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 couldn't change you know)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm up man, It's where I'm from 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 some Oats and some O.E.
Tell Harpee it's me, he'll let you owe him he know me (Yeah)
how I used to talk to a nigga growin up
That's why I him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my biggest lost at eight, you know when died
I ain't know what was on, I ain't even fuckin cry
Man, and I blow, them Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin good man!)
Four finger ring, rope and medallion (Damn!)
Red bomb bitch with a ass a stallion (Woo!)
a dream, it's a dream, it's all a dream (Yeah)
I get the coke, get pistols and build a team
I'm a be better than Cat, better than 'Preme
I'm a be the last man standin, you know I mean?

[Chorus: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Look at nigga son!)
South... (This nigga Irv, got on a 'Preme Team 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... siiiiiiide (We mix! What the fuck is the matter with you!)

[Verse 2: Yayo]
I'll shoot up your house I'll burn up your
And when the fireman I'll shoot at them with the cig (Brrappp!)
Ebony and Ivory the or the llama
When it comes to the bricks I cook better then mama
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 than
I got the haze mixed with
I need that Beckham money, I need older money
So if you checkin for me, nigga the money

[Verse 3: 50
He mean that big money, not that lil'
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... (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, FUCK Iovine, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm from a thirty fourth street, nigga!)
South... (I AIN'T GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)

4: Lloyd Banks]
We went from run down sneakers to the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too 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, be the hundredth one
become a corpse before I become a bum (Bum!)
Life's short, feel 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 me, Fifth scooped me
The floor couped me now you shoot me

50 Cent]
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 will sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes here you know!?
I'm thinkin you know I'm sayin!
We went from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to F50
Now I got a few aliases you what I'm sayin
I'm next, I'll be Sam you know, Uncle Sam
I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers that through here!
Now thr music, we need a little piece of
that comes through you understand what I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!