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
nigga (my mothafuckin
nigga). Souljah Boy, 'bout to shut you hoes down ('bout to shurt you 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, piece to point tha may suckaz, thinkin they got enough
heat to us. I'm ah dust
ya, off, wit tha blink of an eye, you niggaz 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 to tha fuckin wide, be wide. You hoes wanna find me
my nigga Bone up
trees, black eyes see, ain't no comin back, get you some ah that, shit 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 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 plottin me, holla
boy yo body, nigga
fillin bless yo soul wit tha 12 guage marks burn, leavin you stiff and cold. Nigga you gonna do,
tha mothafuckin
thugstaz come for you. Ya snooze you loose, to 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, 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. Niggaz they betta not me, Leather
Face, quick they
pull out this weapon, hey, we leavin'em headless. dem Clair playaz, bitch

Boy
I'm on ah mission, ah mission, I'm betta empty my clip, you outta beat an ass with fast as safety
mine, neva '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. 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 when we buck pump, 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, 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, that's tha end ah
shit. So don't you eva, in ya life try to test me, it's
neva like Rambo, wit 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 me, don't press
me, Krayzie pumpin up they chest, g

Yeah, nigga. Yeah, hoe ass niggaz. Yall mothafuckaz ain't foe
mothafuckin real thug shit.
You ain't ready.
Gone (gone) down (down), shut'n down (shut'n shit down).
Completely (completely
down). You hoes didn't
(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