Luyện nghe bài hát Souljah Boy

We low down, we low down....
Yeah (yeah) (yeah), Krayzie Bone up in this (up in this mothafucka), up in this
mothafuckin (my mothafuckin
nigga). Souljah Boy, to shut you hoes down ('bout to shurt you hoes down). You know what it
is, Mo Thug clique
too thick, nigga. What you hoes wanna do? (Ride, die. Die die). Yeah, one ah these nigga,
one ah nigga, one ah

We low down, low down dirty shame, niggaz strang, catch a clip to tha fuckin brain (put'em
up, up)
(repeat)

Boy
Souljah Boy, off in this mothafucka, piece to point tha bitch may suckaz, thinkin got enough
to rush us. I'm ah dust
ya, off, wit tha blink of an eye, you niggaz gonna die, don't ask me why, but still I try. With tha
vibe that I be
wantin get cha spit'n yall shittin down to tha fuckin wide, be wide. You hoes wanna find me
my nigga Layzie up
pine trees, black eyes see, ain't no comin back, get you some ah that, you smokin, get me gigged
up, hit it up, hit it up, I'm
straight loke, and I'm hopin ah, that all ah (all ah yall) bustaz got time to play, my nigga,
Tombstone, Krayzie Bone
yo way

You to betta be thangs, yo brain, put'em in ah coffin, and that's where lay, nigga wanna roll, tha
get chrome,
(put'em in and rip'em out) that how we play ay. dem niggaz that's plottin around me, holla
boy toppin yo body,
fillin bless yo soul wit tha 12 guage marks burn, leavin you stiff and cold. Nigga what you do,
tha mothafuckin
thugstaz come for you. Ya snooze you loose, to catch that skuzie, nigga to shoot tha po po
too, and we do. wit
da wit his finger on tha trigger, but I catch him and fill him wit ammunition. Hit'em wit tha bullet
and ah rippin, and to get
cha, they miss'em, hey. We foe tha swang and no fakin, detain'em, we quick wit tha fucka,
you up on my, and
uzzies and 357's, we load'em and shoot foe yo head, you die. Niggaz betta not test me, Leather
Face, when they
out this weapon, hey, we leavin'em headless. Respect dem Clair playaz, bitch

Boy
I'm on ah mission, ah mission, I'm swift betta my clip, you outta beat an ass with fast as safety
mine, neva 'bout
to rip, ya lit, get hit, 'cause I split, wit yo shit, ain't worried bout a nigga tellin, yellin thangs,
as all you (soldiaz)
bitches, rollin ya spliff. I'll shift, wit my grip, off into a whole new level

Knockin wit mic let cha know ya damn wrong, damn wrong....Rest in peace, and seem to
up on me latey, fuck'n,
let's all go crazy, sell we daily, gettin we red lay, my thugstaz, love we buck pump, put'em on
tha fuck'em.
Krayzie dem shells, I say say fucka let's all go to hell. 'cause I got my money, my pistol, my
reefa, neva my thugs,
what. Hey, we slay, we

Boy
We pray, everyday, but I see, that you and me, just don't
mix, so I my grip. I'm ah kill ya
clique, that's tha end ah
shit. So you eva, in ya mothafuckin life try to test me, it's
neva like Rambo, wit this bullet
and wit a knife, you
betta me. Or we'll complete twice, I'm killin yo wife. Yo
get's knifed just like Lesley,
don't test me, press
me, Krayzie Bone up they chest, g

Yeah, nigga. Yeah, hoe ass niggaz. Yall mothafuckaz ready foe
mothafuckin real thug shit.
You ain't ready.
Gone (gone) down (down), shut'n shit down (shut'n down).
Completely (completely
down). You didn't know
(you hoes know). Huh? You gotta recognize. St. Clair
Wastland, nigga. Fuck niggaz, stall
nigga. Yeah. (Wasteland,
wasteland, wasteland) Hoe ass mothafuckaz, bitches, I'm to
kill'em. Soldiaz, we on gank. Can
you that? Can you
that?