Luyện nghe bài hát Su Woo

[Lil
my gang affil,
But you're stepping on a rod in the danger
Weezy Baby, how do the feel?
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 zone because I pitch nigga,
Ha, I something bitch,
My money comes 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, nigga we might jump ya
2 all in yo face, we might Unk ya
Hahaha, on the right side
East until I die

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 them caskets, we tote hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

[The
Young
And that's cause perfect is to me
What's perfect as Hallie or a jab Ali
So capitalise the P perfect is Godly
Black Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
All I need is a bitch
How's B, I the baton on Solange
I'm like 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
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 a telephone pole like my old sneakers
Red for no reason
Put on and the NO bleedin', yeah

Wayne - Chorus]
You change like it's Mardi 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
hear 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
I'll show you how bangers
five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, the Range
Leave so much on the wall look like the fucking painters came
Dead ain't it man
I told niggas I ain't a
All black gold chain, like the saint is playin'
He sold a milli, I'm
So it ain't a thing to make it in a hundred dollar bills
We throwing planes
Riding the N.O.
Red Marc frames
We like David Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers
They playing the with Paul ? in 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 like Manhattan a head shot
I'm one blood, the Carter 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 like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
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