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
too damn 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 to the fuckin' brain.
'em down, now.

(Souljah Boy)
Souljah Boy off in muthafucka,
'cause to point out the suckas,
thinkin' they gotta enough heat to us.
I'm a your ass off with the blink of an eye.
You niggas die.
ask me why,
but I try
the vibes that I
be givin', money,
gettin,
spittin,
shittin,
down to the fuckin' meat.
You hoes find me
and my Layzie Bone (...?...).
Ain't no back, comin' back,
give me some of that good you smokin',
got me up,
it up,
lit it up,
I'm locin'.
I'm that all y'all bustas got time to play.
My Tombstone,
Bone,
swing your way,
way.

(Chours 2x)

(Krayzie)
Now what if we banged brain,
put 'em in a coffin, and where they 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.
point top in your body.
Nigga fin to bless soul with a twelve gauge Mossberg,
leavin' you and cold.
Nigga, ya gonna do when
the thugstas come for you?
You snooze, you lose, you this uzi.
fin to shoot the po-po, too, and we do.
Runnin' with a nigga finger on his trigger,
I catch 'em, I fill 'em with ammunition.
Hit 'em with the bullet and I meant to get ya,
miss 'em.
Hey, we down the swangin',
no entertainin'.
We when to fuck-a you up, oh my!
Gauges and uzis and 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.
Respect them playas, bitch.

(Chours)

(Souljah Boy)
I'm on a [mission].
I'm swift I empty my clip.
You oughta' your ass
fast to safety, man,
if a about to rip.
You get lit, get hit,
as I your shit.
Ain't worried a nigga tellin',
yellin' thangs.
All you [soldiers] gon' lay stiff,
as I shift 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.
Fuck it, all go crazy,
sell daily,
and we ready.
My thugstas
when we buck,
put 'em underground, 'em.
Krayzie them shells.
I say, "say it, let's all go to Hell,"
I got my money,
my pistol,
my reefer,
never forget my thugs,
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 muthafuckin' life try to test me
steppin' Rambo with 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 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.] shut shit down
shit down!], completely down!
[completely down!] You hoes didn't [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?