Luyện nghe bài hát Su Woo

[Lil
my gang affil,
But stepping 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 shit because I'm a rich ass nigga,
I hope you in the because I pitch fast nigga,
Ha, I something bitch,
My money comes than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the side just in case you might
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like
Haha, nigga we might jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the side
East until I die

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

Game]
Young
And that's perfect perfect is to me
What's perfect as Hallie or a jab Ali
So the P cause perfect is Godly
Black Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
All I need is a perfect
How's B, I the baton on Solange
I'm sure Al B but a boujy B would never 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 that Philadelphia piece on my head
a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Four Visa's
niggas fucking Weezy, I will slow leak em
em from a telephone pole like my old sneakers
Red bandana for no
Put on and the NO bleedin', yeah

Wayne - Chorus]
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 them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our
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 bang
Four five cocked back, the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, paint the
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 gold 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 paper planes
through the N.O.
Red Marc frames
We disappear like David
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 Griffy lost all his fans, off his red top
Bloods in New York like Manhattan a head shot
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 pull like Quick Draw 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
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo