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 because I'm a rich ass nigga,
I hope you in the zone because I pitch nigga,
Ha, I smoke bitch,
My money faster than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the side just in case you might
9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers
Haha, nigga we might jump ya
2 all in yo face, we might Unk ya
Hahaha, on the right side
East side I die

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

[The
Money
And that's perfect perfect is to me
perfect as Hallie 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
B, I passed the baton on Solange
I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would never me the perfect PIRU
Hello Brooklyn I can't see, cause if I did I would DOGG
Cut it in half and you will see that Philadelphia piece on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street like Four Visa's
niggas fucking with Weezy, I will slow em
Hang em from a telephone pole like my old
Red bandana for no
Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin',

[Lil - Chorus]
You better like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans,
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

Game]
Can't stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of
I'll you how bangers bang
five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, the Range
Leave so blood 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, looking like the saint is
He sold a milli, I'm
So it ain't a thing to make it rain in a dollar bills
We throwing paper
Riding the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob
We disappear like David
And pop up at the Lakers
They the seeds with Paul ? in the B's
make 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, he's the with the dread locks
My whole run base, we the fucking Red Sox.

[Lil - Chorus x2]
You better change like it's Gras,
And we pull guns Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans,
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