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). Souljah Boy, to shut you hoes down ('bout to shurt you hoes down). You know what it
is, Mo Thug clique
too damn thick, nigga. What you wanna do? (Ride, die. Die die). Yeah, one ah these nigga,
one ah nigga, one ah

We low down, low dirty 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 point tha bitch may suckaz, they got enough
to rush us. I'm ah dust
ya, heads off, wit tha blink of an eye, you niggaz gonna die, don't ask me why, but I try. With tha
that I be gettin
makin wantin get cha spit'n yall shittin down to tha fuckin wide, be wide. You hoes wanna me
my nigga Layzie up
pine trees, black eyes see, ain't no comin back, get you ah that, shit you smokin, get me gigged
up, hit it up, hit it up, I'm
straight loke, and I'm hopin ah, 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 they lay, nigga roll, tha
get chrome,
(put'em in and out) that how we play ay. Murder dem niggaz that's plottin around me, holla
boy yo body, nigga
fillin bless yo soul wit tha 12 guage marks burn, leavin you stiff and cold. what you gonna do,
when tha
thugstaz for you. Ya snooze you loose, to catch 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 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 foe yo head, you die. Niggaz they betta not test me, Leather
Face, quick when
pull out this weapon, hey, we leavin'em headless. dem Clair playaz, bitch

Boy
I'm on ah mission, ah mission, I'm swift betta empty my clip, you outta beat an ass fast as safety
mine, soldiaz '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. '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, we daily, gettin we red lay, my thugstaz, love when we buck pump, put'em on
tha fuck'em.
release 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 still I see, you and me, just don't
mix, so I my grip. I'm ah kill ya
clique, that's tha end ah
shit. So don't you eva, in ya life try to test me, it's
like Rambo, wit this bullet proof
and wit a knife, you
betta me. Or we'll complete twice, I'm killin yo wife. Yo
bitch get's knifed just Lesley,
don't test me, press
me, Bone pumpin up they chest, g

Yeah, nigga. Yeah, hoe ass niggaz. mothafuckaz ain't ready foe
this mothafuckin real shit.
You niggaz ready.
Gone (gone) down (down), shut'n shit (shut'n shit down).
Completely (completely
down). You hoes know
(you hoes didn't know). You gotta recognize. St. Clair
Wastland, nigga. yall 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
feel