Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... (Yeah, you know I'm never 'gon change you know)
South... siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probably 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 you here though you just in time to get the grits
Run to the store, get Quaker 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
why I give him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my lost at eight, you know when mommy died
I ain't what was goin on, I ain't even fuckin cry
Man, and I blow, them Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I 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, it's a dream, all a dream (Yeah)
I get the coke, get some pistols and build a
I'm a be better Cat, yeah better than 'Preme
I'm a be the last man standin, you know what I

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

[Verse 2: Tony
I'll shoot up your house I'll 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 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 heaven
I got the haze mixed with
I need that Beckham money, I need that money
So if you checkin for me, show the money

3: 50 Cent]
He mean that big money, not that lil'
That's my nigga Yay, I know 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 think Jimmy my boss)
South... (Nigga, FUCK Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm from a hundred fourth street, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)

4: Lloyd Banks]
We went run down sneakers to runnin the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too much money to
You got plans, then you know I'm comin from, my stomach numb
(Yeah) I got 99 Problems you want 'em (Hah?)
99 enemies, be the hundredth one
I'll a corpse before I become a bum (Bum!)
Life's short, feel good under the sun
here, you got two options get a gun or run
My first car was a spaceship, no
Champ hoodie and boots, no
Yayo introduced me, scooped me
The floor me now you gotta shoot me

[Outro: 50
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 Bush of this shit!
I'm not goin to war, but send niggas to war
But I will sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes 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 I'm sayin
I'm thinkin next, I'll be Sam you know, Sam
I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers that come here!
Now thr music, we need a little of that
that comes through you understand what I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!