Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... (Yeah, you know 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, It's I'm from nigga!)

[Verse 1: 50
at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit
I'm glad you though you just in time to get the grits
Run to the store, get some Quaker and some O.E.
Harpee it's from me, he'll 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 on, I ain't even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, them Bonnevilles to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin good man!)
finger ring, rope chain and medallion (Damn!)
Red bomb with 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 better than Cat, yeah better 'Preme
I'm a be the last man standin, you know what I

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

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

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

[Chorus: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas make me 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...)

4: Lloyd Banks]
We went from run down to runnin the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too money to make
You got plans, then you know I'm comin from, my stomach numb
(Yeah) I got 99 Problems you 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, don't be the one
I'll become a corpse before I a bum (Bum!)
Life's short, feel 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 introduced me, scooped me
The couped me now you gotta shoot me

50 Cent]
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 Bush of this shit!
I'm not goin to war, but I'll send to war
But I sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes through here you know!?
I'm thinkin you know I'm sayin!
We went from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to 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 motherfuckers that come through here!
Now thr music, we a little piece of that
Everything that comes through you understand what I'm
The Unit! Yeah!