Luyện nghe bài hát Su Woo

[Lil
my gang affil,
But you're stepping on a rod in the field
Weezy Baby, how do the feel?
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 smoke bitch,
My comes faster than the roadrunner bitch
I it on the side just in case you might wonder
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you numbers
Haha, bitch nigga we might ya
2 all in yo face, we might Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the side
side until I die

You better like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And from 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

[The
Young
And perfect cause perfect is to me
What's perfect as or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P perfect is Godly
Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The
All I need is a perfect
How's B, I passed the on Solange
I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect
Brooklyn I can't see, cause 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 and get me street cred like Four Visa's
niggas fucking with Weezy, I will slow em
Hang em a telephone pole like 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 Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And he's from Compton, baby,
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
show you how bangers bang
Four five cocked back, move the like Dana Dane
Switch plates, the Range
Leave so much blood on the wall look like the fucking painters
wrong ain't it man
I niggas I ain't a Game
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 bills
We throwing paper
through the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob
We disappear like David
And pop up at the Lakers
They the seeds with Paul ? in the B's
That make the ref affiliated, he hit a three
Ken lost all his fans, taking off his red top
Bloods in New like Manhattan took a head shot
I'm one blood, he's the Carter with the locks
My team run base, we the fucking Red Sox.

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