Luyện nghe bài hát Su Woo

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

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 carry them caskets, we tote them
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

[The
Money
And that's cause perfect is to me
What's perfect as or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P cause perfect is
Wall Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
All I need is a bitch
How's B, I passed the baton on
I'm sure Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect PIRU
Hello I can't see, cause if I did I would SNOOP DOGG
Cut it in and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred Four Visa's
fucking with Weezy, I will slow leak em
Hang em from a telephone pole my old sneakers
Red bandana for no
Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin',

[Lil - Chorus]
You better change like it's 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, our grammar
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 cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, paint the
Leave so much blood on the wall look like the fucking painters
Dead wrong it man
I niggas I ain't a Game
All black gold chain, looking like the saint is
He a milli, I'm vanilli
So it ain't a to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills
We paper planes
Riding the N.O.
Red Marc frames
We disappear David Blaine
And pop up at the game
They playing the seeds Paul ? in the B's
That the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a three
Ken lost all his fans, taking 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 Wayne - x2]
You change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's 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