Luyện nghe bài hát Soo Woo

[Lil
Pardon my 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 something bitch,
My money faster than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the side just in case you might
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like
Haha, bitch we might jump ya
2 all in yo face, we might Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the side
East side I die

You change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick 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
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

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

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

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 back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, paint the
Leave so much blood on the look like the f-cking painters came
Dead aint it man
I told n-ggas I a Game
All black chain, looking like the saint is playin'
He a milli, I'm vanilli
So it a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills
We throwing paper
through the N.O.
Red Marc frames
We like David Blaine
And pop up at the game
They playing the C's with Paul Pierce The B's
That the ref affiliated, everytime 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 team run base, we the f-cking Red Sox.

[Lil - Chorus x2]
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 tote them
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo