Luyện nghe bài hát Su Woo

[Lil
my gang affil,
But you're stepping on a rod in the danger
Weezy Baby, how do the Manger
Respect my aim because I aim to
Hahaha, Old ass nigga,
and Fitch ass nigga,
I talk rich shit I'm a rich ass nigga,
I hope you in the zone I pitch fast nigga,
Ha, I something bitch,
My money comes faster than the roadrunner
I keep it on the side just in case you wonder
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like
Haha, nigga we might jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the right
East until I die

You change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull 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

[The
Money
And that's perfect cause is to me
What's perfect as Hallie or a jab Ali
So capitalise the P perfect is Godly
Wall Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
All I is a perfect bitch
How's B, I passed the baton on
I'm sure like Al B but a B would never give me the perfect PIRU
Hello Brooklyn I can't see, cause if I did I would DOGG
Cut it in and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street like Four Visa's
fucking with Weezy, I will slow leak em
Hang em a telephone pole like my old sneakers
Red for no reason
Put on and the NO bleedin', yeah

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

[The
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 fucking painters came
Dead ain't it man
I told I ain't a Game
All gold chain, looking like the saint is playin'
He a milli, I'm vanilli
So it ain't a thing to it rain in a hundred dollar bills
We throwing planes
through the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob
We disappear David Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers
playing the seeds with Paul ? in the B's
That make the ref affiliated, he hit a three
Ken lost all his fans, taking off his red top
Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head
I'm one blood, the Carter with the dread locks
My whole run base, we the fucking Red Sox.

[Lil - Chorus x2]
You better change like Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we tote them
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo