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
my aim because 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 zone I pitch fast nigga,
Ha, I something bitch,
My money comes than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the side just in you might wonder
Tech 9 Four 5 just in you like numbers
Haha, bitch we might jump ya
2 all in yo face, we might Unk ya
Hahaha, on the right side
East until I die

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

[The
Money
And perfect cause perfect is to me
What's perfect as Hallie or a jab Ali
So the P cause perfect is Godly
Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The
All I need is a perfect
How's B, I the baton on Solange
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 cred like Visa's
niggas fucking with Weezy, I slow leak em
Hang em from a pole like my old sneakers
Red bandana for no
Put on and the NO bleedin', yeah

[Lil - Chorus]
You change like it's 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 hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

Game]
Can't stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage of orangurtan's
I'll show you how bang
five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, the Range
Leave so much on the wall look like the fucking painters came
wrong ain't it man
I niggas 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 paper planes
Riding the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob
We like David Blaine
And pop up at the game
They playing the seeds 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 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 like it's 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 tote hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo