Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down

(Souljah Boy)
Me low down, low down, low down.
Yeah, Krayzie up in this muthafucka,
my nigga.
Souljah Boy 'bout to shut you 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,
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' they 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
with the vibes I
be givin', money,
gettin,
spittin,
shittin,
down to the fuckin' meat.
You wanna find me
and my Layzie Bone (...?...).
no comin' back, comin' 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 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.
Hollow point top in body.
Nigga fin to bless your soul with a gauge Mossberg,
you stiff and cold.
Nigga, ya gonna do when
the muthafuckin' thugstas for you?
You snooze, you lose, you catch uzi.
Nigga fin to the po-po, too, and we do.
with a nigga with finger on his trigger,
when I 'em, I fill 'em with 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 load 'em and for your 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 beat your ass
fast to safety, man,
if a about to rip.
You get lit, get hit,
as I split shit.
Ain't worried a nigga tellin',
yellin' thangs.
All you bitches [soldiers] lay stiff,
as I shift with my grip off a whole new level.

(Krayzie)
Gon' on my click, and now you're dead [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.
release them 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 your 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 your wife.
bitch get sniped just like Wesley,
don't me,
press me.
Krayzie Bone will up they chest, G.

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

Yeah, [Nigga, yeah nigga].
Yeah, ho-ass niggas, y'all
[Shit.] ready 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,
muthafuckin' bitches.
I'm ready to kill 'em! Can you feel