Luyện nghe bài hát Soo Woo

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

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

[The
Young
And thats perfect perfect is to me
What's perfect as Hallie or a jab Ali
So capitalise the P cause perfect is
Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The
All I need is a bitch
How's B, I passed the on Solange
I'm sure like Al B but a B would never give me the perfect PIRU
Hello Brooklyn I can't see, cause if I did I Be DOGG
Cut it in half and you see that this Philadelphia piece on my head
Like a low Ceaser, it to the hood and get me street cred like Four Visa's
N-ggas f-cking with Weezy, I will leak em
Hang em from a telephone like my old sneakers
Red bandana for no
Put on and the NO bleedin', yeah

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

Can't stop the red bandana, if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan's
show you how bangers bang
Four five cocked back, move the crowd Dana Dane
Switch plates, the Range
Leave so much on the wall look like the f-cking painters came
Dead aint 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 hundred bills
We paper planes
through the N.O.
Red Marc frames
We disappear David Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers
They playing the C's with Pierce Throwing The B's
That make the ref affiliated, he hit a three
Ken Griffy lost all his fans, off his red top
Bloods in New York Manhattan took a head shot
I'm one blood, he's the Carter with the locks
My whole team run base, we the Red Sox.

[Lil - Chorus x2]
You better change like it's Gras,
And we pull like Quick Draw 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, that's our
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo