Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Yeah, you I'm never 'gon change you know)
South... siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probably change you know)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm up man, It's where I'm from nigga!)

1: 50 Cent]
Look at you, you dirty 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)
That's how I used to to a nigga growin up
That's why I him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my biggest lost at eight, you know when died
I know what was goin on, I ain't even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, them Bonnevilles to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted 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 pistols and a team
I'm a be better than Cat, yeah better than
I'm a be the last man standin, you what I mean?

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

[Verse 2: Yayo]
I'll shoot up your house I'll up your crib
And when the fireman come shoot at them 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 your 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 than
I got the haze with AK-47
I that Beckham money, I need that older money
So if you checkin for me, show the money

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

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

[Verse 4: Banks]
We went from run down to runnin the state
I die (Nah!) I got too much money to make
You got plans, you know where I'm comin from, my stomach numb
(Yeah) I got 99 Problems you 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, be the hundredth one
I'll become a corpse 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
hoodie and boots, no Gucci
Yayo introduced me, Fifth me
The floor me now you gotta shoot me

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