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 you hoes down.
You what it is?
Mo click
too damn thick, nigga.
What you hoes do?
Ride,
Die, die?.
it is, nigga.
it is.

(Chours)

We low down, low down shame,
actin' strange,
catch a to the fuckin' 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 gotta die.
ask me why,
but I try
the vibes that I
be givin', money,
gettin,
spittin,
shittin,
down to the fuckin' meat.
You hoes find me
and my nigga Layzie (...?...).
Ain't no 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 around 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 top in your body.
fin to bless your soul with a twelve 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 'em, I fill 'em with ammunition.
Hit 'em with the bullet and I really to get ya,
they 'em.
Hey, we with the swangin',
no entertainin'.
We quick to fuck-a you up, oh my!
Gauges and and three fifty-sevens,
we 'em and shoot for your head. You die!
Niggas, better test me.
Leatherface quick he pull out this weapon. [Hey.]
We 'em headless.
Respect them playas, bitch.

(Chours)

(Souljah Boy)
I'm on a [mission].
I'm swift when I my clip.
You oughta' beat 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',
yellin' thangs.
All you [soldiers] gon' lay stiff,
as I shift my grip off into a whole new level.

(Krayzie)
Gon' on my click, and now dead wrong [dead wrong].
in peace.
They seem to be up on me lately.
Fuck it, all go crazy,
sell daily,
and we ready.
My love
we buck buck,
put 'em underground, 'em.
Krayzie 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 I see that you and me
just 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 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,
don't me.
Krayzie Bone will open up chest, G.

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

Yeah, niggas [Nigga, nigga].
Yeah, niggas, y'all muthafuckas
[Shit.] ain't for this muthafuckin' 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,
Ho-ass bitches.
I'm ready to kill 'em! Can you feel