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 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 niggas die.
ask me why,
but I try
the vibes that I
be givin', money,
gettin,
spittin,
shittin,
down to the fuckin' meat.
You wanna find me
and my nigga Bone (...?...).
Ain't no comin' back, back,
give me some of that shit you smokin',
got me up,
it up,
lit it up,
I'm locin'.
I'm hopin' that 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 that's where lay?
Nigga, wanna row the to get chromed,
'em in the river.
Now, how we play.
Hey, murdered them niggas that's to rob me.
point top in your body.
Nigga fin to bless your soul a twelve gauge Mossberg,
you stiff and cold.
Nigga, what ya do when
the muthafuckin' thugstas come for
You snooze, you lose, you catch uzi.
fin to shoot 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 the bullet and I really meant to get ya,
they 'em.
Hey, we down the swangin',
no entertainin'.
We quick to fuck-a you up, oh my!
and uzis and three fifty-sevens,
we 'em and shoot for your head. You die!
Niggas, they better 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 when I empty my clip.
You beat your ass
real to safety, man,
if a about to rip.
You get lit, get hit,
as I split shit.
Ain't worried a nigga tellin',
muthafuckin' thangs.
All you [soldiers] gon' lay stiff,
as I shift with my grip off into a new level.

(Krayzie)
Gon' on my click, and now dead wrong [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
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 with this bulletproof vest and with a knife.
You respect me,
or I think twice.
I'm your wife.
Your get sniped just like Wesley,
test me,
don't me.
Krayzie Bone open up they chest, G.

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

Yeah, [Nigga, yeah nigga].
Yeah, ho-ass niggas, muthafuckas
[Shit.] ain't 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 know?
You recognize.
St.Clair Wasteland, nigga.
[Wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland,
soldiers, soldiers,
Ho-ass bitches.
I'm to kill 'em! Can you feel that?