Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm never 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 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 just in time to get the
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 used to talk to a nigga up
That's why I him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my biggest lost at eight, you know when mommy
I ain't what was goin on, I ain't even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, them Bonnevilles to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You good man!)
Four finger ring, 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 man standin, you know what I mean?

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

[Verse 2: Yayo]
shoot up your house I'll burn 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 to the bricks I cook better then your mama
And that's your baby I see her with a lil' uzi
I'm in the piece you me down like I'm Lil' Boosie (Wipe me down!)
I'm a lil' woozy, I'm higher than
I got the mixed with AK-47
I need Beckham 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 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... (I put 'em RIGHT BACK in line, man.)
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas think Jimmy my boss)
South... siiiiiiide (Nigga, Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm a hundred thirty fourth street, nigga!)
South... (I AIN'T GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)

[Verse 4: Banks]
We went from run down sneakers to the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too money to make
You got plans, you know where I'm comin from, my stomach numb
(Yeah) I got 99 you want 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, be the hundredth one
I'll a corpse before I become a bum (Bum!)
Life's short, good under the summer sun
Down here, you got two get a gun or run
My car was a spaceship, no hoopty
Champ and boots, no Gucci
Yayo introduced me, scooped me
The floor couped me now you gotta me

50 Cent]
I be's the of this shit right here! I said the noss nigga you hear me!
The B-O-S-S-M-A-N! And what!
so! I'm the George Bush of this shit!
I'm not goin to war, but I'll niggas to war
But I will sit here, and every motherfuckin act that comes through here you know!?
I'm thinkin you what I'm sayin!
We went from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to F50
Now I got a few you know what I'm sayin
I'm thinkin next, I'll be Sam you know, Sam
I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers that through here!
Now thr music, we need a piece of that
Everything that comes through you what I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!