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 'bout to shut you down.
You know it is?
Mo click
rollin' too thick, nigga.
you hoes wanna do?
Ride,
Die, die?.
it is, nigga.
it is.

(Chours)

We low down, low down shame,
niggas strange,
catch a clip to the brain.
'em down, now.

(Souljah Boy)
Souljah Boy off in muthafucka,
'cause to out the bitch-made suckas,
thinkin' they gotta enough to rush us.
I'm a dust your ass off with the 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 fuckin' meat.
You hoes find me
and my Layzie Bone (...?...).
Ain't no comin' back, 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 they lay?
Nigga, row the boat to get chromed,
'em in the river.
Now, how we play.
Hey, them niggas that's plottin' to rob me.
point top in your body.
Nigga fin to bless your soul with a gauge Mossberg,
leavin' you 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 with the bullet and I meant to get ya,
miss 'em.
Hey, we with the swangin',
no entertainin'.
We quick when to you up, oh my!
Gauges and uzis and fifty-sevens,
we 'em and shoot for your head. You die!
Niggas, they test 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 when I empty my clip.
You beat your ass
fast to safety, man,
if a soldier's to rip.
You get lit, get hit,
as I split shit.
worried 'bout a nigga tellin',
yellin' thangs.
All you bitches gon' lay stiff,
as I shift with my off into a whole 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
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 forget my thugs,
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 don't you
in your life try to test me
steppin' like Rambo with this vest and with a knife.
You better me,
or I think twice.
I'm killin' wife.
Your bitch get sniped like Wesley,
don't me,
don't me.
Krayzie Bone will up they chest, G.

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

Yeah, [Nigga, yeah nigga].
Yeah, ho-ass niggas, muthafuckas
[Shit.] ain't ready for this muthafuckin' thug shit.
the shit.
Niggas ain't ready.] Bone shit down
[Shut 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 ready to 'em! Can you feel that?