Luyện nghe bài hát Souljah Boy

We low down, we low down....
Yeah (yeah) (yeah), Bone 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 clique rollin
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, 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 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, you smokin, get me gigged
up, hit it up, hit it up, I'm
straight loke, and I'm hopin ah, that all ah (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 that's where lay, nigga wanna roll, tha
get chrome,
(put'em in and rip'em out) that how we play ay. Murder dem niggaz plottin around me, holla
boy yo body, nigga
fillin bless yo soul wit tha 12 guage marks burn, you stiff and cold. Nigga what you gonna do,
when tha
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, miss'em, hey. We down foe tha swang and no fakin, detain'em, we quick wit tha fucka,
you up on my, and
and 357's, we load'em and shoot foe yo head, you die. Niggaz they betta not test me, Leather
Face, quick when
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 an ass with fast as safety
mine, neva soldiaz
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, ya spliff. 'cause I'll shift, wit my grip, off into a whole new level

Knockin wit mic let cha know ya damn wrong, damn wrong....Rest in peace, and to been
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, neva 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 you eva, in ya mothafuckin life try to test me, it's
like Rambo, wit this bullet proof
and wit a knife, you
betta respect me. Or we'll twice, I'm killin yo wife. Yo
bitch get's knifed just Lesley,
don't test me, press
me, Krayzie Bone pumpin up chest, g

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