Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down

(Souljah Boy)
Me low down, low down, low down.
Yeah, Krayzie up in this muthafucka,
my nigga.
Souljah Boy 'bout to you hoes down.
You know it is?
Mo Thug
rollin' too thick, nigga.
What you hoes do?
Ride,
Die, die?.
it is, nigga.
it is.

(Chours)

We low down, low down shame,
actin' strange,
catch a clip to the brain.
'em down, now.

(Souljah Boy)
Souljah Boy off in muthafucka,
'cause to out the bitch-made suckas,
thinkin' they gotta enough heat to us.
I'm a dust your ass off with the of an eye.
You gotta die.
ask me why,
but I try
with the vibes I
be givin', money,
gettin,
spittin,
shittin,
down to the fuckin' meat.
You wanna find me
and my nigga Bone (...?...).
no comin' back, comin' back,
give me some of good shit you smokin',
got me up,
it up,
lit it up,
I'm locin'.
I'm hopin' all y'all bustas got time to play.
My Tombstone,
Bone,
swing around way,
way.

(Chours 2x)

(Krayzie)
Now if we banged your brain,
put 'em in a coffin, and that's where lay?
Nigga, row the boat to get chromed,
'em in the river.
Now, how we play.
Hey, murdered them niggas plottin' to rob me.
Hollow top in your body.
Nigga fin to bless soul with a twelve gauge Mossberg,
you stiff and cold.
Nigga, what ya gonna do
the muthafuckin' come for you?
You snooze, you lose, you catch uzi.
Nigga fin to the po-po, too, and we do.
Runnin' with a with finger on his trigger,
I catch 'em, I fill 'em with ammunition.
Hit 'em the bullet and I really meant to get ya,
they 'em.
Hey, we with the swangin',
no entertainin'.
We quick to fuck-a you up, oh my!
Gauges and and three fifty-sevens,
we load 'em and shoot for head. You die!
Niggas, they better me.
Leatherface quick he pull out this weapon. [Hey.]
We 'em headless.
Respect them playas, bitch.

(Chours)

(Souljah Boy)
I'm on a [mission].
I'm swift when I my clip.
You beat your ass
fast to safety, man,
if a soldier's to rip.
You get lit, get hit,
as I split shit.
Ain't 'bout a nigga tellin',
muthafuckin' thangs.
All you bitches [soldiers] lay stiff,
as I with my grip off into a whole new level.

(Krayzie)
Gon' on my click, and now you're dead [dead wrong].
in peace.
They to be creepin' up on me lately.
it, let's all go crazy,
sell daily,
and we ready.
My love
we buck buck,
put 'em underground, 'em.
Krayzie them shells.
I say, "say fuck it, all go to Hell,"
I got my money,
my pistol,
my reefer,
never my thugs, what?
Hey, we slay.
We spray.

(Souljah Boy)
We everyday,
but I see that you and me
don't mix,
so I my grip.
I'm a kill click,
the end of this shit.
So don't you
in your muthafuckin' try to test me
steppin' like Rambo this bulletproof vest and with a knife.
You better me,
or I think twice.
I'm killin' wife.
Your get sniped just like Wesley,
test me,
don't me.
Krayzie Bone will up they chest, G.

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

Yeah, [Nigga, yeah nigga].
Yeah, niggas, y'all muthafuckas
[Shit.] ready for this muthafuckin' real thug shit.
the shit.
Niggas ain't ready.] shut shit down
[Shut down!], completely down!
[completely down!] You hoes didn't [Huh?]
You recognize.
St.Clair Wasteland, nigga.
[Wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland,
soldiers, soldiers,
muthafuckin' bitches.
I'm to kill 'em! Can you feel that?