Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down

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

(Chours)

We low down, low dirty shame,
niggas 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' gotta enough heat to rush us.
I'm a your ass off with the blink of an eye.
You gotta die.
ask me why,
but I try
the vibes that I
be givin', money,
gettin,
spittin,
shittin,
down to the white meat.
You hoes wanna me
and my Layzie Bone (...?...).
Ain't no back, comin' back,
me some of that good shit you smokin',
got me up,
it up,
lit it up,
I'm locin'.
I'm hopin' that all y'all got time to play.
My Tombstone,
Bone,
swing your way,
way.

(Chours 2x)

(Krayzie)
Now what if we your brain,
put 'em in a coffin, and that's they 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 point top in 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.
with a nigga 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 to fuck-a you up, oh my!
and uzis and three fifty-sevens,
we load 'em and for your head. You die!
Niggas, they better me.
Leatherface quick when he pull out weapon. [Hey.]
We 'em headless.
them Clair playas, bitch.

(Chours)

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

(Krayzie)
on my click, and now you're dead wrong [dead wrong].
in peace.
They seem to be up on me lately.
it, let's all go crazy,
sell daily,
and we ready.
My thugstas
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 still I see you and me
just mix,
so I my grip.
I'm a kill click,
that's the end of shit.
So you ever
in your muthafuckin' life try to me
steppin' like Rambo with this bulletproof vest and a knife.
You respect me,
or I think twice.
I'm killin' wife.
Your bitch get sniped like Wesley,
test me,
don't me.
Bone will open up they chest, G.

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

Yeah, niggas [Nigga, nigga].
Yeah, ho-ass niggas, muthafuckas
[Shit.] ain't ready for this muthafuckin' real 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,
Ho-ass bitches.
I'm ready to 'em! Can you feel that?