Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Yeah, you I'm never '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 where I'm nigga!)

1: 50 Cent]
Look at you, you lil' ass nigga you ain't shit
I'm glad you here though you in time to get the grits
Run to the store, get some Oats and some O.E.
Tell Harpee from me, he'll 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 kiss up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my biggest lost at eight, you know when died
I ain't know what was goin on, I even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, them turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin 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 build a
I'm a be better than Cat, better than 'Preme
I'm a be the last man standin, you know what I

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

2: Tony 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 comes to the bricks I cook better then your
And your baby mama I see her with 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 higher than
I got the haze with AK-47
I need that Beckham money, I need that money
So if you checkin for me, nigga the money

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

50 Cent]
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 BACK in line, man.)
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas think Jimmy my boss)
South... (Nigga, FUCK 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 runnin the
I can't die (Nah!) I got too money to make
You got plans, then you where I'm comin from, my stomach numb
(Yeah) I got 99 Problems you want 'em (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
here, you got two options get a gun or run
My car was a spaceship, no hoopty
hoodie and boots, no Gucci
Yayo me, Fifth scooped me
The floor me now you gotta shoot me

50 Cent]
I be's the boss of this shit right here! I 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 to war, but I'll send niggas to war
But I will sit here, and veto motherfuckin act that comes 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 you know what 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 of that
Everything that comes you understand what I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!