Luyện nghe bài hát Su Woo

[Lil
Pardon my affil,
But you're on a rod in the danger field
Weezy Baby, how do the Manger
Respect my aim I aim to kill
Hahaha, Old ass nigga,
Abercrombie and ass nigga,
I rich shit because I'm a rich ass nigga,
I hope you in the zone I pitch fast nigga,
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 in case you like numbers
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 better like it's Mardi Gras,
And we guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's 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

Game]
Young
And that's cause perfect is to me
What's perfect as Hallie or a jab Ali
So the P cause perfect is Godly
Wall Street, the perfect 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 never me the perfect PIRU
Brooklyn I can't see, cause if I did I would SNOOP DOGG
Cut it in half and you will see that this Philadelphia on my head
a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Four Visa's
niggas fucking with Weezy, I will slow em
Hang em from a pole like my old sneakers
Red bandana for no
Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin',

Wayne - Chorus]
You better change it's Mardi Gras,
And we guns like Quick Draw 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
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

[The
Can't stop the red bandana, if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan's
I'll you how bangers bang
Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana
plates, paint the Range
Leave so much blood on the wall look like the painters came
Dead ain't it man
I told I ain't a Game
All black gold chain, looking like the is playin'
He a milli, I'm vanilli
So it ain't a thing to it rain in a hundred dollar bills
We paper planes
Riding the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob
We disappear like Blaine
And pop up at the game
playing the seeds with Paul ? in the B's
That make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a
Ken lost all his fans, taking off his red top
Bloods in New York Manhattan took a head shot
I'm one blood, he's the with the dread locks
My whole run base, we the fucking Red Sox.

Wayne - Chorus x2]
You better change like it's 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 them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo