Luyện nghe bài hát Su Woo

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

You better change like it's Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And he's 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 cause perfect is to me
What's as Hallie or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P perfect is Godly
Black Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
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 give me the perfect PIRU
Hello Brooklyn I can't see, if I did I would SNOOP DOGG
Cut it in half and you see that this Philadelphia piece on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Four
niggas with Weezy, I will slow leak em
Hang em from a pole like my old sneakers
Red bandana for no
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 he's from Compton, baby,
We carry them caskets, we tote them
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

Game]
Can't the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan's
show you how bangers bang
Four five back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, the Range
Leave so much blood on the wall look like the fucking painters
Dead ain't it man
I told I ain't a Game
All black gold chain, like the saint is playin'
He a milli, I'm vanilli
So it ain't a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar
We throwing planes
through the N.O.
Red Jacob frames
We disappear like Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers
They playing the seeds with ? in the B's
make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a three
Ken Griffy lost all his fans, off his red top
in New York like Manhattan took a head shot
I'm one blood, he's the Carter with the dread
My whole team run base, we the 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 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