Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Yeah, you I'm never 'gon change you know)
South... siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probably change you know)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm fucked up man, where I'm from nigga!)

[Verse 1: 50
Look at you, you lil' dirty ass you ain't shit
I'm you here though you just in time to get the grits
Run to the store, get Quaker Oats and some O.E.
Tell Harpee it's from me, let you owe him he know me (Yeah)
That's how I used to talk to a nigga up
That's why I give him my ass to blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my biggest lost at eight, you when mommy died
I ain't know what was goin on, I even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, them Bonnevilles turn to (Wooooo!)
Some niggas to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin good man!)
Four finger ring, chain and medallion (Damn!)
Red bitch with a ass like a stallion (Woo!)
a dream, it's a dream, it's all a dream (Yeah)
I get the coke, get pistols and build a team
I'm a be than Cat, yeah better than 'Preme
I'm a be the last man standin, you know I mean?

[Chorus: 50
South... (Look at this nigga son!)
South... siiiiiiide (This Irv, got on a 'Preme Team shirt!)
South... (And he from Hollis!, HAHAHAHA! [cracks up])
South... (Hollis niggas don't even like Southside niggas!)
South... siiiiiiide (Nigga, we all the water!)
South... siiiiiiide (We don't mix! What the fuck is the with you!)

2: Tony Yayo]
I'll shoot up your house I'll burn up crib
And when the fireman come I'll shoot at with the cig (Brrappp!)
and Ivory the beamer or the llama
When it comes to the bricks I cook better your mama
And your baby mama I see her with a lil' uzi
I'm in the piece you me down like I'm Lil' Boosie (Wipe me down!)
I'm a woozy, I'm higher than heaven
I got the haze with AK-47
I need that money, I need that older money
So if you checkin for me, show the money

[Verse 3: 50
He mean that big money, not that money
That's my nigga Yay, I know kill for me

50 Cent]
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas make me man!)
South... (Sick to my stomach, man!)
South... siiiiiiide (Every time a get out of line)
South... (I put 'em RIGHT BACK in line, man.)
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas Jimmy Iovine's my boss)
South... (Nigga, FUCK Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South... (I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I AIN'T GOT NO BOSS...)

4: Lloyd Banks]
We went from run down to runnin the state
I die (Nah!) I got too much money to make
You got plans, you know where I'm comin from, my stomach numb
(Yeah) I got 99 Problems you want 'em (Hah?)
99 enemies, be the hundredth one
I'll become a corpse I become a bum (Bum!)
Life's short, feel good the summer sun
Down here, you got two get a gun or run
My car was a spaceship, no hoopty
Champ and boots, no Gucci
Yayo me, Fifth scooped me
The floor me now you gotta shoot me

[Outro: 50
I be's the boss of shit right here! I said the noss nigga you hear me!
The B-O-S-S-M-A-N! And what!
so! I'm the George Bush of this shit!
I'm not to war, but I'll send niggas to war
But I will sit here, and veto motherfuckin act that comes through here you know!?
I'm you know what I'm sayin!
We went 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to Ferrari F50
Now I got a few aliases you know I'm sayin
I'm thinkin next, be Sam you know, Uncle Sam
I'm a tax of these motherfuckers that come through here!
Now thr music, we need a little piece of
that comes through you understand what I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!