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 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 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 you might wonder
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you numbers
Haha, bitch n-gga we might 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 Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we tote them
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our
hear 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 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 never me the perfect PIRU
Brooklyn I can't see, cause if I did I Be SNOOP DOGG
Cut it in half and you will see that Philadelphia piece on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the and get me street cred like Four Visa's
f-cking with 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 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 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, even if you put me in a cage of orangurtan's
show you how bangers bang
Four five cocked back, move the like Dana Dane
plates, paint the Range
Leave so blood on the wall look like the f-cking painters came
Dead aint it man
I n-ggas I aint a Game
All black gold chain, looking the saint is playin'
He sold a milli, I'm
So it aint a to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills
We throwing paper
through the N.O.
Red Jacob frames
We disappear David Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers
playing 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 a head shot
I'm one blood, he's the with the dread locks
My whole team run base, we the Red Sox.

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