Luyện nghe bài hát Su Woo

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

You better change like it's Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw
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 that's perfect perfect is to me
What's perfect as Hallie or a jab Ali
So capitalise the P perfect is Godly
Black Wall Street, the family, The Cosby
All I need is a perfect
How's B, I the baton on Solange
I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would give me the perfect PIRU
Hello Brooklyn I can't see, if I did I would SNOOP DOGG
Cut it in half and you will see that this Philadelphia on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred Four Visa's
niggas with Weezy, I will slow leak em
Hang em from a telephone like my old sneakers
Red bandana for no
Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin',

[Lil - Chorus]
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 carry them caskets, we tote them
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our
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 show you how bangers
five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, paint the
Leave so much blood on the wall like the fucking painters came
wrong ain't it man
I niggas I ain't a Game
All black chain, looking like the saint is playin'
He a milli, I'm vanilli
So it ain't a to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills
We paper planes
Riding the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob
We disappear David Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers
They playing the with Paul ? in 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 like Manhattan took a head shot
I'm one blood, he's the Carter the dread locks
My whole run base, we the fucking Red Sox.

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