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 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 actin strang, catch a clip to tha fuckin (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, heads off, wit tha of an eye, you niggaz gonna die, don't ask me why, but still I try. With tha
vibe that I be
makin wantin get cha spit'n yall shittin down to tha fuckin wide, be wide. You wanna find me
my Layzie Bone 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 play ay. dem niggaz that's plottin around me, holla
boy yo body, nigga
fillin bless yo soul wit tha 12 marks burn, leavin you stiff and cold. Nigga what you gonna do,
when tha
thugstaz come for you. Ya snooze you loose, to catch 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. wit tha bullet
and ah rippin, and to get
cha, they miss'em, hey. We down foe tha swang and no fakin, detain'em, we 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, 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 empty my clip, you outta beat an ass fast as safety
mine, neva soldiaz
to rip, ya lit, get hit, 'cause I split, wit yo shit, ain't worried a nigga tellin, yellin mothafuckin thangs,
as all you (soldiaz)
bitches, rollin ya spliff. 'cause I'll shift, wit my grip, off into a 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, forget my thugs,
what. Hey, we slay, we

Boy
We pray, everyday, but still I see, that you and me, don't
mix, so I grab my grip. I'm ah ya
clique, tha end ah this
shit. So you eva, in ya mothafuckin life try to test me, it's
neva Rambo, wit this bullet proof
and wit a knife, you
betta me. Or we'll complete twice, I'm killin yo wife. Yo
bitch 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
this mothafuckin real shit.
You niggaz ready.
Gone (gone) down (down), shut'n shit down (shut'n down).
down (completely
down). You didn't know
(you hoes didn't know). Huh? You gotta recognize. St.
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 feel Can you
feel