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,
actin' strange,
catch a clip to the brain.
'em down, now.

(Souljah Boy)
Souljah Boy off in muthafucka,
'cause to point out the 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 that I
be givin', money,
gettin,
spittin,
shittin,
down to the white meat.
You wanna find me
and my Layzie Bone (...?...).
no comin' back, comin' back,
give me some of that good you smokin',
got me up,
it up,
lit it up,
I'm locin'.
I'm hopin' that all y'all bustas got 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 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.
Hollow point top in body.
Nigga fin to bless your soul with a gauge Mossberg,
leavin' you and cold.
Nigga, what ya 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,
when I catch 'em, I fill 'em ammunition.
Hit 'em with the and I really meant to get ya,
miss 'em.
Hey, we down the swangin',
no entertainin'.
We quick to fuck-a you up, oh my!
Gauges and and three fifty-sevens,
we load 'em and for your head. You die!
Niggas, they test me.
quick when he pull out this weapon. [Hey.]
We 'em headless.
Respect Clair playas, bitch.

(Chours)

(Souljah Boy)
I'm on a [mission].
I'm swift I empty my clip.
You beat your ass
real to safety, man,
if a about to rip.
You get lit, get hit,
as I your shit.
worried 'bout a nigga tellin',
yellin' thangs.
All you [soldiers] gon' lay stiff,
as I with my grip off into a whole new level.

(Krayzie)
Gon' on my click, and now you're 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 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 still I see you and me
don't mix,
so I my grip.
I'm a kill click,
the end of this shit.
So you ever
in your muthafuckin' life try to me
steppin' Rambo with this bulletproof vest and with a knife.
You better me,
or I won't 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, [Nigga, yeah nigga].
Yeah, ho-ass niggas, y'all
[Shit.] ain't ready for this muthafuckin' thug shit.
the shit.
Niggas ain't ready.] Bone shut shit
shit down!], completely down!
[completely down!] You hoes didn't [Huh?]
You recognize.
St.Clair Wasteland, nigga.
[Wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland,
soldiers, soldiers,
muthafuckin' bitches.
I'm to kill 'em! Can you feel that?