Luyện nghe bài hát Soo Woo

[Lil
my gang affil,
But you're on a rod in the danger field
Weezy Baby, how do the feel?
Respect my aim I aim to kill
Hahaha, Old ass n-gga,
and Fitch ass n-gga,
I talk rich shit I'm a rich ass n-gga,
I hope you in the because I pitch fast n-gga,
Ha, I something bitch,
My money comes faster than the bitch
I it on the side just in case you might wonder
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like
Haha, n-gga we might jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the side
East side I die

You better change like Mardi Gras,
And we pull like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And he's Compton, baby, bandana
We them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

Game]
Young
And perfect cause perfect is to me
perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P cause is Godly
Black Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
All I is a perfect bitch
B, I passed the baton on Solange
I'm like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect PIRU
Hello Brooklyn I can't see, if I did I Be SNOOP DOGG
Cut it in half and you will see this Philadelphia piece on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me cred like Four Visa's
f-cking with Weezy, I will slow leak em
Hang em a telephone pole like my old sneakers
Red for no reason
Put on and the NO bleedin', yeah

[Lil - Chorus]
You better change like Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

Can't stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage of orangurtan's
I'll show you how bang
Four five cocked back, the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, the Range
Leave so much blood on the wall look the f-cking painters came
Dead wrong it man
I told n-ggas I aint a
All black gold chain, looking like the saint is
He sold a milli, I'm
So it aint a thing to it rain in a hundred dollar bills
We throwing planes
Riding the N.O.
Red Marc frames
We disappear like David
And pop up at the game
They playing the C's with Pierce Throwing The B's
That the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a three
Ken lost all his fans, taking off his red top
in New York like Manhattan took a head shot
I'm one blood, the Carter with the dread locks
My whole run base, we the f-cking Red Sox.

[Lil - Chorus x2]
You better change like Mardi Gras,
And we pull like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And from Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo