Luyện nghe bài hát Souljah Boy

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

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

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

You to betta be thangs, yo brain, put'em in ah coffin, and that's where they lay, nigga roll, tha
get chrome,
(put'em in and rip'em out) how we play ay. Murder 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. what you gonna do,
tha mothafuckin
thugstaz come for you. Ya snooze you loose, to that skuzie, nigga fiend to shoot tha po po
too, and we do. wit
da nigga wit his finger on tha trigger, but I catch him and fill him wit ammunition. Hit'em wit tha
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, quick 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 empty my clip, you outta beat an ass with as safety
mine, neva 'bout
to rip, ya lit, get hit, 'cause I split, wit yo shit, ain't bout a nigga tellin, yellin mothafuckin thangs,
as all you (soldiaz)
bitches, rollin ya spliff. 'cause I'll shift, wit my grip, off a whole new level

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

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

Yeah, nigga. Yeah, hoe ass niggaz. Yall ain't ready foe
this mothafuckin real shit.
You ain't ready.
Gone (gone) down (down), shut'n shit (shut'n shit down).
down (completely
down). You hoes know
(you hoes didn't know). Huh? You gotta recognize. St.
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 feel Can you
feel