Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

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

[Verse 1: 50
Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you shit
I'm glad you here though you just in 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)
That's how I used to talk to a nigga up
That's why I him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
my biggest lost at eight, you know 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 wanted to be Mike, but me I to be him (You lookin good man!)
Four finger ring, rope chain and (Damn!)
Red bomb bitch a ass like a stallion (Woo!)
a dream, it's a dream, it's all a dream (Yeah)
I get the coke, get some and build a team
I'm a be than Cat, yeah better than 'Preme
I'm a be the man standin, you know what I mean?

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

[Verse 2: Tony
I'll shoot up your I'll burn up your crib
And when the come I'll shoot at them with the cig (Brrappp!)
Ebony and Ivory the or the llama
When it comes to the I cook better then your mama
And that's your baby I see her with a lil' uzi
I'm in the you wipe me down like I'm Lil' Boosie (Wipe me down!)
I'm a lil' woozy, I'm higher than
I got the haze mixed AK-47
I need Beckham money, I need that older money
So if you for me, nigga show the money

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

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

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

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