Luyện nghe bài hát Su Woo

[Lil
my gang affil,
But you're on a rod in the danger field
Weezy Baby, how do the Manger
Respect my aim because I aim to
Hahaha, Old ass nigga,
and Fitch ass nigga,
I talk rich because I'm a rich ass nigga,
I hope you in the zone because I pitch nigga,
Ha, I something bitch,
My money faster than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the just in case you might wonder
9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers
Haha, bitch we might jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the right
East side I die

You better change like it's Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And from 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

[The
Young
And that's perfect perfect is to me
What's as Hallie or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P perfect is Godly
Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The
All I need is a bitch
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 half and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street like Four Visa's
fucking 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 better change like it's Gras,
And we pull guns like Draw 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, our grammar
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

[The
stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan's
I'll show you how bangers
Four five back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
plates, paint the Range
Leave so much blood on the look like the fucking 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 to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills
We throwing planes
Riding the N.O.
Red Marc frames
We disappear like Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers
They playing the with Paul ? in the B's
That the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a three
Ken lost all his fans, taking off his red top
Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head
I'm one blood, he's the with the dread locks
My whole run base, we the fucking Red Sox.

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