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 I aim to kill
Hahaha, Old ass nigga,
and Fitch ass nigga,
I rich shit because I'm a rich ass nigga,
I hope you in the zone I pitch fast nigga,
Ha, I something bitch,
My money comes faster the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the just in case you might wonder
9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers
Haha, bitch we might jump ya
2 all in yo face, we might Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the right
East until I die

You better change it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's 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
Young
And perfect cause 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 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, cause if I did I SNOOP DOGG
Cut it in half and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Four
niggas fucking with Weezy, I will slow em
Hang em from a telephone pole like my old
Red bandana for no
Put on and the NO bleedin', yeah

[Lil - Chorus]
You change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And he's Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we 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 full of orangurtan's
I'll show you how bangers
Four five back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, the Range
Leave so blood on the wall look like the fucking painters came
Dead wrong it man
I told niggas I ain't a
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 dollar
We throwing paper
through the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob
We like David Blaine
And pop up at the game
They playing the seeds with ? in the B's
That make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a
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.

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