Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down

(Souljah Boy)
Me low down, low down, low down.
Yeah, Bone up in this muthafucka,
my nigga.
Boy 'bout to shut you hoes down.
You what it is?
Mo Thug
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,
'cause to out the bitch-made suckas,
they gotta enough heat to rush us.
I'm a dust 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 white meat.
You wanna find me
and my nigga Layzie (...?...).
Ain't no 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 your way,
way.

(Chours 2x)

(Krayzie)
Now what if we banged brain,
put 'em in a coffin, and where they lay?
Nigga, wanna row the to get chromed,
'em in the river.
Now, how we play.
Hey, murdered them niggas 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 gonna do
the muthafuckin' thugstas 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,
when I catch 'em, I 'em with ammunition.
Hit 'em with the and I really meant to get ya,
miss 'em.
Hey, we with the swangin',
no entertainin'.
We when to fuck-a you up, oh my!
Gauges and and three fifty-sevens,
we load 'em and for your head. You die!
Niggas, better test me.
quick when 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 oughta' beat ass
real to safety, man,
if a soldier's to rip.
You get lit, get hit,
as I split shit.
Ain't worried a nigga tellin',
yellin' thangs.
All you bitches gon' lay stiff,
as I shift with my grip off into a new level.

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

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

Yeah, niggas [Nigga, nigga].
Yeah, ho-ass niggas, y'all
[Shit.] ready for this muthafuckin' real thug shit.
the shit.
Niggas ain't ready.] Bone shut down
[Shut shit down!], 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 kill 'em! Can you that?