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?
Respect my aim because I aim to
Hahaha, Old ass nigga,
Abercrombie and ass nigga,
I talk shit because I'm a rich ass nigga,
I hope you in the zone I pitch fast nigga,
Ha, I something bitch,
My money comes faster than the roadrunner
I keep it on the side just in case you might
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you numbers
Haha, nigga we might jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we Unk ya
Hahaha, on the right side
East side I die

You change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull 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, that's our
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

[The
Young
And perfect cause perfect is to me
perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P cause perfect is
Black Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
All I is a perfect bitch
How's B, I passed the 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 this Philadelphia piece on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Four
fucking with 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

[Lil - Chorus]
You better change like it's Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's Compton, baby, bandana
We carry 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, even if you put me in a cage full of
I'll you how bangers bang
Four five back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
plates, paint the Range
Leave so much blood on the wall look like the painters came
Dead ain't it man
I told niggas I ain't a
All black 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 frames
We like David Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers
They the seeds with 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 like Manhattan took a head shot
I'm one blood, the Carter with the dread locks
My whole team run base, we the Red Sox.

[Lil Wayne - x2]
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 carry them caskets, we tote hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo