Luyện nghe bài hát Soo Woo

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

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

[The
Money
And thats perfect perfect is to me
perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P cause perfect is
Wall Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
All I need is a perfect
How's B, I the baton on Solange
I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect
Hello Brooklyn I see, cause if I did I Be SNOOP DOGG
Cut it in half and you see that this Philadelphia piece on my head
a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Four Visa's
N-ggas f-cking with Weezy, I will leak em
Hang em from a telephone pole my old sneakers
Red bandana for no
Put on and the NO bleedin', yeah

[Lil - Chorus]
You better like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And he's Compton, baby, bandana
We them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
Lemme 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 bangers
Four 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 n-ggas I aint a
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 throwing planes
Riding the N.O.
Red Marc frames
We disappear David Blaine
And pop up at the game
They playing the C's with Paul Throwing The B's
That the ref affiliated, everytime 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, he's the Carter with the dread
My whole run base, we the f-cking Red Sox.

[Lil Wayne - x2]
You better change it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw
See I'm from New Orleans,
And he's from Compton, baby,
We carry them caskets, we them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, our grammar
hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo