Luyện nghe bài hát Soo Woo

[Lil
Pardon my affil,
But you're stepping on a rod in the field
Baby, how do the Manger feel?
Respect my aim I aim to kill
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 because I pitch fast n-gga,
Ha, I smoke bitch,
My comes faster than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the side in case you might wonder
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like
Haha, n-gga we might jump ya
2 all in yo face, we might Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the right
East side I die

You change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And from Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we tote 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 or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P perfect is Godly
Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The
All I is a perfect bitch
How's B, I passed the baton on
I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect
Hello Brooklyn I can't see, cause if I did I Be SNOOP
Cut it in half and you see that this Philadelphia piece 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 a telephone pole like my old sneakers
Red bandana for no
Put on and the NO bleedin', yeah

[Lil - Chorus]
You better 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, 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
I'll show you how bang
Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dane
Switch plates, the Range
Leave so much blood on the wall look like the f-cking painters
Dead wrong it man
I told I aint a Game
All black gold chain, looking like the saint is
He a milli, I'm vanilli
So it aint a thing to make it rain in a dollar bills
We throwing paper
Riding the N.O.
Red Marc frames
We like David 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 Griffy lost all his fans, off his red top
Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a 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 like it's Mardi Gras,
And we guns 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