Luyện nghe bài hát Souljah Boy

We low down, we low down....
Yeah (yeah) (yeah), Krayzie up in this mothafucka (up in this mothafucka), up in this
mothafuckin nigga (my
nigga). Souljah Boy, 'bout to you hoes down ('bout to shurt you hoes down). You know what it
is, Mo clique 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, to point tha bitch may suckaz, thinkin they got enough
heat to us. I'm ah dust
ya, heads off, wit tha blink of an eye, you gonna die, don't ask me why, but still I try. With tha
that I be gettin
makin wantin get cha spit'n yall shittin down to tha wide, be wide. You hoes wanna find me
my nigga Layzie up
pine trees, black eyes see, no comin back, get you some ah that, shit you smokin, get me gigged
up, hit it up, hit it up, I'm
loke, and I'm hopin ah, that all ah yall (all ah yall) bustaz got time to play, my nigga,
Tombstone, Bone quickin
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 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 and cold. Nigga what you gonna do,
tha mothafuckin
thugstaz come for you. Ya snooze you loose, to catch that skuzie, nigga fiend to tha po po
too, and we do. wit
da nigga wit his finger on tha trigger, but I catch him and him wit ammunition. Hit'em wit tha bullet
and ah rippin, and to get
cha, miss'em, hey. We down 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. they betta not test me, Leather
Face, quick when
pull out this weapon, hey, we 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 fast as
mine, soldiaz 'bout
to rip, ya lit, get hit, 'cause I split, wit yo shit, worried bout a nigga tellin, yellin mothafuckin thangs,
as all you (soldiaz)
bitches, rollin ya spliff. 'cause I'll shift, wit my grip, off into a whole new

Knockin wit mic let cha know ya damn wrong, 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 let's all go to hell. 'cause I got my money, my pistol, my
reefa, forget my thugs,
what. Hey, we slay, we

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

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