Luyện nghe bài hát Soo Woo

[Lil
my gang affil,
But you're stepping on a rod in the field
Weezy Baby, how do the Manger
Respect my aim because I aim to
Hahaha, Old ass n-gga,
Abercrombie and ass n-gga,
I talk rich because I'm a rich ass n-gga,
I hope you in the zone because I fast n-gga,
Ha, I smoke bitch,
My money comes than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the side just in case you might
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you numbers
Haha, bitch n-gga we jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the side
East until I die

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

Game]
Young
And thats perfect cause is to me
What's perfect as Hallie or a jab Ali
So capitalise the P perfect is Godly
Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The
All I need is a perfect
How's B, I passed the baton on
I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would give me the perfect PIRU
Hello Brooklyn I can't see, cause if I did I Be DOGG
Cut it in and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred Four Visa's
N-ggas f-cking with Weezy, I will slow em
Hang em from a telephone like my old sneakers
Red for no reason
Put on and the NO bleedin', yeah

[Lil - Chorus]
You better change it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And he's Compton, baby, bandana
We carry caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our
Lemme 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
show you how bangers bang
Four five cocked back, move the crowd 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 a Game
All gold chain, looking like the saint is playin'
He sold a milli, I'm
So it aint a thing to make it rain in a dollar bills
We paper planes
Riding the N.O.
Red Jacob frames
We disappear like Blaine
And pop up at the game
They playing the C's with Pierce Throwing The B's
That make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a
Ken lost all his fans, taking off his red top
Bloods in New York Manhattan took a head shot
I'm one blood, he's the with the dread locks
My team run base, we the f-cking Red Sox.

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