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

You better like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And from 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

[The
Money
And thats cause perfect is to me
What's perfect as Hallie or a jab Ali
So capitalise the P cause is Godly
Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The
All I need is a bitch
How's B, I the baton on Solange
I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the PIRU
Brooklyn I can't see, cause 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 and get me street cred like Four Visa's
N-ggas f-cking with Weezy, I will leak em
em from a telephone pole like my old sneakers
Red for no reason
Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin',

[Lil - Chorus]
You change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we guns 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

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 like the f-cking 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 throwing planes
Riding the N.O.
Red Jacob frames
We disappear David Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers
They playing the C's with Paul Pierce The B's
That the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a three
Ken lost all his fans, taking off his red top
Bloods in New York like Manhattan a head shot
I'm one blood, he's the Carter the dread locks
My whole team run base, we the Red Sox.

Wayne - Chorus x2]
You better change like it's Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And he's from Compton, baby,
We carry them caskets, we tote hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo