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, where I'm from nigga!)

[Verse 1: 50
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 Quaker Oats and some O.E.
Tell Harpee from me, he'll let you owe him he know me (Yeah)
That's how I to talk to a nigga 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 mommy
I ain't know what was goin on, I ain't even cry
Man, truce and I blow, them 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 bitch with a ass like a (Woo!)
It's a dream, it's a dream, it's all a (Yeah)
I get the coke, get pistols and build a team
I'm a be better than Cat, yeah better 'Preme
I'm a be the man standin, you know what I mean?

[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 niggas don't like Southside niggas!)
South... (Nigga, we all over the water!)
South... (We don't mix! What the fuck is the matter with you!)

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

3: 50 Cent]
He mean that big money, not that money
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 a nigga get out of line)
South... siiiiiiide (I put 'em BACK in line, man.)
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas think Iovine's my boss)
South... (Nigga, FUCK Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm from a hundred thirty street, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)

[Verse 4: Lloyd
We went from run 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 stomach
(Yeah) I got 99 Problems you 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, be the hundredth one
I'll become a corpse before I a bum (Bum!)
Life's short, feel under the summer 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 couped me now you gotta me

50 Cent]
I be's the boss of shit 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 to war, but I'll send niggas to war
But I sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes through here you know!?
I'm thinkin you know I'm sayin!
We from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to Ferrari F50
Now I got a few aliases you 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 comes through you understand what I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!