Luyện nghe bài hát Soo 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 n-gga,
Abercrombie and ass n-gga,
I talk rich because I'm a rich ass n-gga,
I hope you in the zone because I fast n-gga,
Ha, I smoke bitch,
My money comes than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the just in case you might wonder
Tech 9 Four 5 just in you like numbers
Haha, bitch n-gga we jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we Unk ya
Hahaha, on the right side
side until I die

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

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

[Lil Wayne -
You better 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 caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

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

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