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 because I aim to
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 I pitch fast n-gga,
Ha, I smoke bitch,
My comes faster than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the side in case you might wonder
Tech 9 Four 5 in case you like numbers
Haha, bitch n-gga we might ya
2 Step all in yo face, we Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the side
East side I die

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
Lemme you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

Game]
Young
And perfect cause perfect is to me
What's perfect as Hallie or a jab Ali
So capitalise the P perfect is Godly
Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The
All I need is a bitch
B, I passed the baton on Solange
I'm sure Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect PIRU
Hello I can't see, cause if I did I Be SNOOP 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 cred like Visa's
N-ggas f-cking with Weezy, I will slow em
Hang em from a pole like my old sneakers
Red for no reason
Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin',

Wayne - Chorus]
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 carry them caskets, we tote hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our
hear 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
show you how bangers bang
Four five back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
plates, paint the Range
Leave so much blood on the wall like the f-cking painters came
Dead wrong it man
I told n-ggas I a Game
All black gold chain, 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 throwing paper
Riding the N.O.
Red Jacob frames
We disappear like David
And pop up at the game
playing the C's with Paul Pierce Throwing The B's
That make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a
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 with the locks
My whole team run base, we the Red Sox.

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