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
nigga (my mothafuckin
nigga). Souljah Boy, 'bout to shut you down ('bout to shurt you hoes down). You know what it
is, Mo Thug rollin
too damn thick, nigga. What you hoes 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 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 niggaz gonna die, 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 Layzie Bone up
pine trees, black eyes see, ain't no comin back, get you some ah that, shit you smokin, get me
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, Krayzie Bone
yo way

You to betta be thangs, yo brain, put'em in ah coffin, and where they lay, nigga wanna roll, tha
get chrome,
(put'em in and rip'em out) that how we play ay. Murder dem niggaz that's 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 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 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 shoot foe yo head, you die. Niggaz they betta not test me,
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 fast as safety
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 a whole new level

Knockin wit mic let cha ya damn 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, love when we 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, 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 mothafuckin life try to test me,
neva Rambo, wit this bullet proof
and wit a knife, you
betta respect me. Or complete twice, I'm killin yo wife. Yo
get's knifed just like Lesley,
don't test me, press
me, Krayzie pumpin up they chest, g

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