Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

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

[Verse 1: 50
Look at you, you lil' ass nigga you ain't shit
I'm glad you here 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)
That's how I used to talk to a growin up
why I give him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my biggest at eight, you know when mommy died
I ain't what was goin on, I ain't even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin good man!)
Four finger ring, rope chain and (Damn!)
Red bitch with a ass like a stallion (Woo!)
It's a dream, it's a dream, it's all a (Yeah)
I get the coke, get pistols and build a team
I'm a be better than Cat, yeah than 'Preme
I'm a be the last man standin, you know what I

50 Cent]
South... siiiiiiide (Look at nigga son!)
South... (This nigga 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... (Nigga, we all over the water!)
South... (We don't mix! What the fuck is the matter with you!)

2: Tony Yayo]
I'll shoot up house I'll burn up your crib
And when the fireman come I'll shoot at with the cig (Brrappp!)
Ebony and the beamer or the llama
When it comes to the bricks I cook better your mama
And that's baby mama 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 than heaven
I got the haze with AK-47
I need that Beckham money, I need older money
So if you checkin for me, nigga show the

[Verse 3: 50
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 a nigga get out of line)
South... siiiiiiide (I put 'em BACK in line, man.)
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas Jimmy Iovine's my boss)
South... siiiiiiide (Nigga, Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm a hundred thirty fourth street, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)

[Verse 4: Banks]
We went from run down sneakers to the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too much money to
You got plans, then you 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 corpse before I a bum (Bum!)
short, feel good under 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 introduced me, scooped me
The couped 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 send to war
But I will sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes 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 aliases you know what I'm
I'm thinkin next, I'll be Sam you know, Sam
I'm a tax everyone of these that come through here!
Now thr music, we need a little piece of
Everything that comes through you understand what I'm
The Unit! Yeah!