Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

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

1: 50 Cent]
Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't
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 it's from me, he'll let you owe him he know me (Yeah)
That's how I to talk to a nigga growin up
That's why I give him my ass to kiss up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my biggest at eight, you know when mommy died
I ain't know what was on, I ain't even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I to be him (You lookin good man!)
Four ring, rope chain and medallion (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 pistols and a team
I'm a be better than Cat, yeah better than
I'm a be the last man standin, you know I mean?

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

[Verse 2: Yayo]
I'll shoot up your house I'll burn up your
And when the fireman come I'll shoot at with the cig (Brrappp!)
Ebony and Ivory the or the llama
When it to the bricks I cook better then your mama
And that's baby mama I see her with a lil' uzi
I'm in the piece you wipe me down 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 need older money
So if you checkin for me, nigga show the

3: 50 Cent]
He mean that big money, not that money
my nigga Yay, I know he'll kill for me

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

[Verse 4: Banks]
We went from run down to runnin the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too much money to
You got plans, you know where I'm comin from, my stomach numb
(Yeah) I got 99 you want 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, don't be the one
I'll become a before 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 hoodie and boots, no
Yayo introduced me, scooped me
The floor couped me now you shoot me

[Outro: 50
I the boss of this 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 goin to war, but I'll send to war
But I will sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes through you know!?
I'm thinkin you what I'm sayin!
We went from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to F50
Now I got a few aliases you know what I'm
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 piece of that
Everything that comes through you understand what I'm
The Unit! Yeah!