Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down

(Souljah Boy)
Me low down, low down, low down.
Yeah, Bone up in this muthafucka,
my nigga.
Souljah Boy to shut you hoes down.
You know it is?
Mo click
too damn thick, nigga.
What you wanna do?
Ride,
Die, die?.
it is, nigga.
it is.

(Chours)

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

(Souljah Boy)
Souljah Boy off in muthafucka,
to point out the bitch-made suckas,
thinkin' they gotta enough to rush us.
I'm a dust ass off with the blink 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 white meat.
You hoes find me
and my Layzie Bone (...?...).
Ain't no back, comin' back,
give me some of that 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 that's plottin' to rob me.
Hollow top in your body.
fin to bless your soul with a twelve gauge Mossberg,
leavin' you and cold.
Nigga, what ya do when
the thugstas come for you?
You snooze, you lose, you this uzi.
Nigga fin to the po-po, too, and we do.
Runnin' with a with finger on his trigger,
when I catch 'em, I fill 'em ammunition.
Hit 'em with the bullet and I really to get ya,
miss 'em.
Hey, we down the swangin',
no entertainin'.
We quick when to you up, oh my!
Gauges and uzis and fifty-sevens,
we load 'em and for your head. You die!
Niggas, they test me.
Leatherface quick he pull out this weapon. [Hey.]
We 'em headless.
Respect Clair playas, bitch.

(Chours)

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

(Krayzie)
Gon' on my click, and now you're dead [dead wrong].
in peace.
They seem to be up on me lately.
it, let's all go crazy,
sell daily,
and we ready.
My love
when we buck,
put 'em underground, 'em.
Krayzie release shells.
I say, "say it, let's 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
just mix,
so I my grip.
I'm a kill click,
that's the end of shit.
So don't you
in your muthafuckin' life try to me
steppin' like Rambo with bulletproof vest and with a knife.
You respect me,
or I won't twice.
I'm killin' wife.
Your bitch get just like Wesley,
don't me,
don't me.
Krayzie Bone open up they chest, G.

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

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