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, where I'm from nigga!)

[Verse 1: 50
Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you shit
I'm glad you here you just in time to get the grits
Run to the store, get some Oats and some O.E.
Tell 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 at eight, you know when mommy died
I ain't know what was goin on, I ain't even cry
Man, and I blow, them Bonnevilles 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 bitch a ass like a stallion (Woo!)
It's a dream, 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 what I mean?

50 Cent]
South... siiiiiiide (Look at this son!)
South... siiiiiiide (This nigga Irv, got on a 'Preme shirt!)
South... siiiiiiide (And he 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! the fuck is the matter with you!)

[Verse 2: Tony
I'll shoot up your house I'll burn up your
And when the fireman come 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 your baby mama I see her with a uzi
I'm in the piece you wipe me down like I'm Lil' (Wipe me down!)
I'm a lil' woozy, I'm higher heaven
I got the haze mixed with
I need Beckham money, I need that older money
So if you checkin for me, show the money

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

50 Cent]
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas me sick man!)
South... (Sick to my stomach, man!)
South... (Every time a nigga 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... (I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)

4: Lloyd Banks]
We went from run sneakers to runnin the state
I die (Nah!) I got too much 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, don't be the one
I'll become a corpse I become a bum (Bum!)
Life's short, feel under 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 couped me now you gotta shoot me

[Outro: 50
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!
Thought so! I'm the Bush of this shit!
I'm not goin to war, but I'll niggas to war
But I sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes through here you know!?
I'm you know what 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 next, I'll 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 what I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!