Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm '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 lil' dirty ass you ain't shit
I'm glad you here though you 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)
how I used to talk to a nigga growin up
That's why I give him my ass to kiss up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my lost at eight, you know when mommy died
I ain't know what was goin on, I even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, them Bonnevilles to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I to be him (You lookin good man!)
Four finger ring, rope and medallion (Damn!)
Red bitch with a ass like a stallion (Woo!)
It's a dream, it's a dream, all a dream (Yeah)
I get the coke, get pistols and build a team
I'm a be better than Cat, yeah than 'Preme
I'm a be the last man standin, you what I mean?

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

2: Tony Yayo]
I'll shoot up your house burn up your crib
And when the come I'll shoot at them with the cig (Brrappp!)
Ebony and Ivory the beamer or the
When it comes to the bricks I better then your mama
And that's your 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 than heaven
I got the mixed with AK-47
I need that money, I need that older money
So if you checkin for me, nigga the money

[Verse 3: 50
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... (Every time a nigga get out of line)
South... siiiiiiide (I put 'em BACK in line, man.)
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas think Jimmy my boss)
South... siiiiiiide (Nigga, Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South... (I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I AIN'T GOT NO BOSS...)

4: Lloyd Banks]
We went run down sneakers to runnin the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too much to make
You got plans, then you know where I'm comin from, my 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, good under the summer sun
here, you got two options 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 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 every motherfuckin act that through here you know!?
I'm you know what I'm sayin!
We from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to Ferrari F50
Now I got a few aliases you know I'm sayin
I'm next, I'll be Sam you know, Uncle Sam
I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers come through here!
Now thr music, we need a piece of that
Everything that comes through you understand what I'm
The Unit! Yeah!