Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down

(Souljah Boy)
Me low down, low down, low down.
Yeah, Krayzie up in this muthafucka,
my nigga.
Boy 'bout to shut you hoes down.
You know 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,
niggas strange,
a clip to the fuckin' brain.
'em down, now.

(Souljah Boy)
Souljah Boy off in muthafucka,
to point out the bitch-made suckas,
thinkin' they gotta enough to rush us.
I'm a dust your ass off the blink of an eye.
You gotta die.
ask me why,
but I try
with the vibes I
be givin', money,
gettin,
spittin,
shittin,
down to the white meat.
You hoes wanna me
and my nigga Layzie (...?...).
Ain't no comin' back, back,
give me of that 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 around way,
way.

(Chours 2x)

(Krayzie)
Now what if we your brain,
put 'em in a coffin, and that's where lay?
Nigga, row the boat to get chromed,
'em in the river.
Now, how we play.
Hey, murdered them niggas plottin' to rob me.
Hollow point top in body.
Nigga fin to bless your with a twelve gauge Mossberg,
you stiff and cold.
Nigga, what ya do when
the muthafuckin' thugstas come for
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 'em with ammunition.
Hit 'em with the bullet and I meant to get ya,
miss 'em.
Hey, we with the swangin',
no entertainin'.
We when to fuck-a you up, oh my!
Gauges and uzis and fifty-sevens,
we load 'em and shoot for head. You die!
Niggas, better test me.
Leatherface quick he pull out this weapon. [Hey.]
We 'em headless.
them Clair playas, bitch.

(Chours)

(Souljah Boy)
I'm on a [mission].
I'm swift when I my clip.
You oughta' your ass
real to safety, man,
if a soldier's to rip.
You get lit, get hit,
as I your shit.
Ain't 'bout a nigga tellin',
muthafuckin' thangs.
All you bitches [soldiers] lay stiff,
as I shift with my off into a whole new level.

(Krayzie)
Gon' on my click, and now you're dead wrong 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
don't mix,
so I my grip.
I'm a your click,
the end of this shit.
So don't you
in muthafuckin' life try to test me
steppin' like Rambo with this bulletproof and with a knife.
You better me,
or I won't twice.
I'm killin' wife.
Your bitch get sniped just Wesley,
don't me,
press me.
Krayzie Bone open up they chest, G.

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

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