Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

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

1: 50 Cent]
Look at you, you 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.
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
That's why I give him my ass to blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my lost at eight, you know when mommy died
I ain't know was goin 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 wanted to be him (You good man!)
Four ring, rope chain and medallion (Damn!)
Red bomb with a ass like a stallion (Woo!)
It's a dream, 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, better than 'Preme
I'm a be the last man standin, you know I mean?

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

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

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

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

[Verse 4: Banks]
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 numb
(Yeah) I got 99 you want 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, be the hundredth one
I'll become a before I become a bum (Bum!)
Life's short, feel 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, Fifth me
The floor couped me now you shoot me

50 Cent]
I be's the boss of this shit right here! I said the noss nigga you 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 niggas to war
But I will sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that through here you know!?
I'm thinkin you know 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 motherfuckers that come through here!
Now thr music, we need a little piece of
Everything that through you understand what I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!