Luyện nghe bài hát S.U.C.

Oh, oh, yeah, me down, yeah, yeah
I can pull that [Incomprehensible], yeah,

up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to feel that M O E
with the Noke, rolling with the Noke D
Get up out the way, for the H A W Ka

Screwed up, what, chest be looking up
With the chemistry it's brewed up, tracks get up
Brighten the mood up, when I'm this all
the law, coldest nigga you ever saw

Stay there, outlaw hand me up the
I infiltrate your chest stain and increase the death
hate, my, it only makes us madder
Pockets get fatter, then a only them say matter

all the chatter in the southern region
I pledge of alleigence to my niggas not
We all still screaming S.U.C.
And all for Mafios, and P A T

can't see me 'cause I'm rougher than most
You boys are like bread not butter and
They can't even come close, they already told ya
Like the H A W K and a up soldier

Screwed up click, my of G's
Ahh, you got to feel player M O E
Rolling my click, it's the S.U.C.
And call me, the Barre Baby

See when we our candy rides
keep falling from the sky
Players ball and we true

And if you want to my click
I pop what you get
S.U.C. and we god damn

We got that sticky dank
Chased with sticky drank
And we gone bang screw

Oh, it's the in us
We gone represent with
It's the in us till we die

up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to feel that M O E
Rolling with the Po, rolling the Pokey
forget about, the Lil' Keke, yeah

Devistating and motivating the S.U.C.
Showing and blowing up since the 93'
Everybody be claiming the click, want to be down
Wait to trip, on a through H-Town

Let's take it back, you know we love that
Poppi in the gray lay with the fifth on the of the lac
You know we ride everyday
the ghetto dreams like my nigga P A

I say, we crossed inside and forever we
And one thing's for sure man riding
Let's get this cheddar, you got wood and your leather
Sitting tall on pushing dubs or better

This a click full of G's, so we do it these
Keep the on pop and the ice on freeze
Mo yo, and Keke for real it don't
S.U.C. a mission on down to Wreckshop, come on

Screwed up click, gone keep it
R.I.P. to, that DJ
We gonna you till we join you
And I want to say to you, without you

I my doll, man, miss my doll
We sing all it out for you, baby
And it will be there to help