Luyện nghe bài hát S.U.C.

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

up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to feel player 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, be looking booed up
With the it's brewed up, tracks get chewed up
the mood up, when I'm spitting this all
Above the law, coldest nigga you saw

Stay there, hand me up the state
I infiltrate your chest stain and increase the death
Don't hate, my, it makes us madder
Pockets get fatter, then a makes them say matter

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

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

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

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

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

We got purple sticky dank
with purple sticky drank
And forever we gone screw

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

Screwed up click, my of G's
Ahh, you got to feel player M O E
Rolling with the Po, rolling the Pokey
Can't forget about, the Lil' Keke,

Devistating and it's the S.U.C.
Showing and blowing up the year 93'
Everybody be the click, they want to be down
Wait to trip, on a flip H-Town

Let's take it back, 'cause you we love that
Poppi in the lay with the fifth on the back 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 man southside's riding
get this cheddar, you got your wood and your leather
Sitting tall on pushing dubs or better

This a full of G's, so we do it with these
Keep the block on pop and the ice on
Mo yo, and Keke for real it stop
S.U.C. took a mission on to Wreckshop, come on

Screwed up click, gone it true
R.I.P. to, DJ Screw
We gonna mourn you till we you
And I to say to you, without you fool

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