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 because I aim to
Hahaha, Old ass n-gga,
and Fitch ass n-gga,
I talk shit because I'm a rich ass n-gga,
I hope you in the zone because I pitch n-gga,
Ha, I smoke bitch,
My money comes faster the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the just in case you might wonder
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you numbers
Haha, n-gga we might jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the right
East until I die

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

[The
Young
And thats cause perfect is to me
What's perfect as or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P cause perfect is
Wall Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
All I is a perfect bitch
How's B, I the baton on Solange
I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B 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 that this Philadelphia on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Visa's
N-ggas f-cking Weezy, I will slow leak em
Hang em from a telephone pole my old sneakers
Red bandana for no
Put on and the NO bleedin', yeah

[Lil - Chorus]
You better change it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And from 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 full of orangurtan's
show you how bangers bang
Four cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
plates, paint the Range
Leave so much blood on the look like the f-cking painters came
wrong aint it man
I told n-ggas I aint a
All black gold chain, like the saint is playin'
He a milli, I'm vanilli
So it aint a thing to make it rain in a hundred bills
We throwing planes
through the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob
We disappear like Blaine
And pop up at the game
They the C's with Paul Pierce Throwing The B's
That make the ref affiliated, 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, he's the Carter with the dread
My team run base, we the f-cking Red Sox.

Wayne - 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 from Compton, baby,
We them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo