Luyện nghe bài hát Soo Woo

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

You change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's from Compton, baby,
We carry them caskets, we tote them
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

Game]
Young
And perfect cause perfect is to me
What's perfect as or a jab from Ali
So the P cause perfect is Godly
Black Wall Street, the family, The Cosby
All I need is a bitch
How's B, I passed the baton on
I'm sure like Al B but a B would 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 that this Philadelphia on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred Four Visa's
f-cking 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 change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's from Compton, baby,
We them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

Can't stop the red bandana, if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan's
I'll show you how bang
five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, paint the
Leave so much blood on the wall like the f-cking painters came
Dead wrong it man
I told I aint a Game
All black gold chain, looking like the is playin'
He a milli, I'm vanilli
So it aint a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar
We paper planes
through the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob
We disappear like Blaine
And pop up at the game
They the C's with Paul Pierce Throwing The B's
That make the ref affiliated, he hit a three
Ken Griffy lost all his fans, off his red top
in New York like Manhattan took a head shot
I'm one blood, the Carter with the dread locks
My team run base, we the f-cking Red Sox.

Wayne - Chorus x2]
You better change it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like 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, our grammar
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo