Luyện nghe bài hát Su Woo

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

You better change it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And from Compton, baby, bandana
We them caskets, we tote 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 as Hallie or a jab from Ali
So the P cause perfect is Godly
Wall Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
All I need is a 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 I can't see, cause if I did I would SNOOP 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 cred Four Visa's
niggas fucking 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

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

[The
Can't stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of
I'll you how bangers bang
Four cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, paint the
so much 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 sold a milli, I'm
So it ain't a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar
We throwing paper
through the N.O.
Red Jacob frames
We disappear David Blaine
And pop up at the game
They playing the seeds Paul ? in 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 like Manhattan took a head
I'm one blood, he's the Carter with the locks
My whole team run base, we the Red Sox.

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