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 know it is?
Mo Thug
rollin' too thick, nigga.
you hoes 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,
'cause to point out the suckas,
thinkin' they gotta enough heat to us.
I'm a dust your ass off with the 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 wanna find me
and my nigga Layzie (...?...).
no comin' back, comin' back,
give me some of 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 they
Nigga, wanna row the 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 twelve Mossberg,
leavin' you and cold.
Nigga, what ya gonna do
the muthafuckin' thugstas for you?
You snooze, you lose, you catch uzi.
fin to shoot the po-po, too, and we do.
Runnin' with a nigga with on his trigger,
when I catch 'em, I fill 'em ammunition.
Hit 'em with the and I really meant to get ya,
they 'em.
Hey, we with the swangin',
no entertainin'.
We when to fuck-a you up, oh my!
and uzis and three 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 into a new level.

(Krayzie)
Gon' on my click, and now you're dead [dead wrong].
in peace.
They seem to be up on me lately.
Fuck it, all go crazy,
weed daily,
and we ready.
My thugstas
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 kill click,
the end of this shit.
So don't you
in your muthafuckin' life try to me
steppin' like Rambo with this bulletproof vest and a knife.
You respect me,
or I think twice.
I'm killin' wife.
Your bitch get just like Wesley,
don't me,
press me.
Krayzie Bone open up they chest, G.

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

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