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
mothafuckin (my mothafuckin
nigga). Souljah Boy, 'bout to shut you hoes ('bout to shurt you hoes 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 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 they got
heat to rush us. I'm ah
ya, heads off, wit tha blink of an eye, you niggaz 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 hoes wanna me
my nigga Layzie 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 that's they lay, nigga wanna roll, tha
get chrome,
(put'em in and out) that how we play ay. Murder 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 that skuzie, 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 not test me, Leather
Face, quick when
pull out this weapon, hey, we leavin'em headless. Respect dem Clair playaz,

Boy
I'm on ah mission, ah mission, I'm swift betta my clip, you outta beat 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, 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, you and me, just don't
mix, so I my grip. I'm ah kill ya
clique, tha end ah this
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 we'll twice, I'm killin yo wife. Yo
bitch knifed just like Lesley,
test me, don't press
me, Krayzie Bone up they chest, g

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