Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm never change you know)
South... siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probably couldn't you know)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm fucked up man, It's where I'm nigga!)

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

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

[Verse 2: Tony
I'll shoot up your house I'll up your crib
And when the fireman come I'll shoot at them the cig (Brrappp!)
and Ivory the beamer or the llama
When it comes to the bricks I better then your mama
And that's your baby 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 lil' woozy, I'm than heaven
I got the haze mixed with
I need that Beckham money, I that older money
So if you for me, nigga show the money

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

[Chorus: 50
South... (Niggas make me sick man!)
South... (Sick to my stomach, man!)
South... siiiiiiide (Every time a get out of line)
South... siiiiiiide (I put 'em RIGHT in line, man.)
South... (Niggas think Jimmy Iovine's my boss)
South... siiiiiiide (Nigga, Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm from a hundred thirty street, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)

[Verse 4: Lloyd
We went from run down sneakers to runnin the
I can't die (Nah!) I got too much to make
You got plans, then you know where I'm comin from, my stomach
(Yeah) I got 99 you want 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, be the hundredth one
I'll a corpse before I become a bum (Bum!)
short, feel good under the summer sun
Down here, you got two get a gun or run
My first car was a spaceship, no
Champ hoodie and boots, no
Yayo introduced me, scooped me
The floor me now you gotta shoot me

50 Cent]
I be's the boss of this 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 goin to war, but I'll niggas to war
But I will sit here, and veto every act that comes through here you know!?
I'm thinkin you what I'm sayin!
We from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to Ferrari F50
Now I got a few you know what I'm sayin
I'm thinkin next, I'll be Sam you know, Sam
I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers come through here!
Now thr music, we need a little of that
Everything that comes you understand what I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!