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 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 because I pitch fast nigga,
Ha, I smoke 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 you like numbers
Haha, bitch we might jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the right
East until I die

You better change like it's Gras,
And we pull guns 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, our grammar
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

[The
Money
And perfect cause perfect is to me
perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P cause is Godly
Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The
All I need is a perfect
B, I passed the baton on Solange
I'm sure Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect PIRU
Hello Brooklyn I see, cause if I did I would SNOOP DOGG
Cut it in half and you will see that Philadelphia piece on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the and get me street cred like Four Visa's
niggas fucking with Weezy, I slow leak em
Hang em from a telephone pole my old sneakers
Red for no reason
Put on and the NO bleedin', yeah

[Lil Wayne -
You better change like it's 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, that's our
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

[The
Can't stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage of orangurtan's
I'll show you how bangers
Four five cocked back, the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, the Range
Leave so much blood on the look like the fucking painters came
Dead wrong it man
I told niggas I ain't a
All black gold chain, looking like the is playin'
He sold a milli, I'm
So it ain't a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar
We throwing paper
Riding the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob
We like David Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers
They playing the seeds Paul ? in the B's
make 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, he's the Carter the dread locks
My team run base, we the fucking Red Sox.

[Lil - Chorus x2]
You better change like it's Gras,
And we pull guns like 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