Luyện nghe bài hát Soo Woo

[Lil
Pardon my affil,
But you're stepping on a rod in the danger
Baby, how do the Manger feel?
Respect my aim I aim to kill
Hahaha, Old ass n-gga,
and Fitch ass n-gga,
I talk rich shit I'm a rich ass n-gga,
I hope you in the because I pitch fast n-gga,
Ha, I smoke bitch,
My money faster than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the just in case you might wonder
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like
Haha, n-gga we might jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we Unk ya
Hahaha, on the right side
East side I die

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

[The
Young
And thats perfect perfect is to me
What's perfect as Hallie or a jab Ali
So capitalise the P cause is Godly
Black Wall Street, the family, The Cosby
All I need is a perfect
How's B, I passed the baton on
I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B never give me the perfect PIRU
Hello Brooklyn I see, cause if I did I Be 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 like Four Visa's
N-ggas with Weezy, I will slow leak em
Hang em from a telephone pole like my old
Red for no reason
Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin',

[Lil Wayne -
You better like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick 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

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 crowd Dana Dane
Switch plates, paint the
Leave so much blood on the wall look like the painters came
Dead wrong it man
I told n-ggas I aint a
All black gold chain, like the saint is playin'
He sold a milli, I'm
So it aint a thing to it rain in a hundred dollar bills
We throwing paper
through the N.O.
Red Marc frames
We disappear like David
And pop up at the Lakers
They playing the C's with Paul Throwing The B's
That make the ref affiliated, he hit a three
Ken Griffy lost all his fans, off his red top
Bloods in New York 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 - Chorus x2]
You better change it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And he's Compton, baby, bandana
We carry caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo