Luyện nghe bài hát Souljah Boy

We low down, we low down....
Yeah (yeah) (yeah), Krayzie Bone up in this (up in this mothafucka), up in this
mothafuckin nigga (my
nigga). Souljah Boy, 'bout to shut you hoes ('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 down dirty shame, 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
heat to us. I'm ah dust
ya, heads off, wit tha blink of an eye, you niggaz die, don't ask me why, but still I try. With tha
that I be gettin
makin get cha spit'n yall shittin down to tha fuckin wide, be wide. You hoes wanna find 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 ah, that 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 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 toppin yo body,
bless yo soul wit tha 12 guage marks burn, leavin you stiff and cold. Nigga what you gonna do,
when tha
thugstaz come for you. Ya snooze you loose, to catch that skuzie, nigga to shoot tha po po
too, and we do. wit
da nigga wit his 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 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 not test me, Leather
Face, quick they
pull out this weapon, hey, we leavin'em headless. Respect dem playaz, bitch

Boy
I'm on ah mission, ah mission, I'm swift betta my clip, you outta beat an ass with 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, sell we daily, gettin we red lay, my thugstaz, love we buck pump, put'em on
tha fuck'em.
Krayzie release dem shells, I say say fucka 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 I see, that you and me, just 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 mothafuckin life try to test me,
neva like Rambo, wit bullet proof
and wit a knife, you
betta respect me. Or we'll complete twice, I'm yo wife. Yo
bitch get's knifed like Lesley,
don't me, don't press
me, Krayzie Bone pumpin up chest, g

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