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 click
rollin' too thick, nigga.
What you wanna do?
Ride,
Die, die?.
it is, nigga.
it is.

(Chours)

We low down, low dirty shame,
actin' strange,
catch a to the fuckin' brain.
'em down, now.

(Souljah Boy)
Souljah Boy off in muthafucka,
'cause to point out the suckas,
thinkin' they enough heat to rush us.
I'm a dust your ass off the blink of an eye.
You gotta die.
ask me why,
but I try
the vibes that I
be givin', money,
gettin,
spittin,
shittin,
down to the white meat.
You wanna find me
and my nigga Layzie (...?...).
Ain't no 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' that all y'all 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 they
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 soul with a twelve gauge Mossberg,
leavin' you and cold.
Nigga, what ya gonna do
the muthafuckin' thugstas for you?
You snooze, you lose, you this uzi.
Nigga fin to the po-po, too, and we do.
Runnin' with a with finger on his trigger,
when I catch 'em, I 'em with ammunition.
Hit 'em the bullet and I really meant to get ya,
they 'em.
Hey, we down 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, better test me.
Leatherface when he pull out this 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 oughta' your ass
real to safety, man,
if a about to rip.
You get lit, get hit,
as I your shit.
Ain't worried 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 [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 release shells.
I say, "say it, let's 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 your click,
that's the end of shit.
So you ever
in your muthafuckin' try to test me
steppin' like Rambo this bulletproof vest and with a knife.
You respect me,
or I think twice.
I'm killin' wife.
Your get sniped just like Wesley,
don't me,
don't me.
Krayzie will open up they chest, G.

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

Yeah, niggas [Nigga, nigga].
Yeah, niggas, y'all muthafuckas
[Shit.] ain't ready for muthafuckin' real thug shit.
the shit.
Niggas ready.] Bone shut shit down
shit 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 to kill 'em! Can you feel that?