Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm never change you know)
South... siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probably couldn't 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 nigga you shit
I'm glad you here though you 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)
That's how I used to talk to a growin up
why I give 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 goin on, I ain't even cry
Man, truce and I blow, Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin man!)
Four finger ring, chain and medallion (Damn!)
Red bomb bitch with a ass like a (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 Cat, yeah better than 'Preme
I'm a be the last man standin, you know what I

50 Cent]
South... siiiiiiide (Look at this son!)
South... siiiiiiide (This nigga Irv, got on a 'Preme shirt!)
South... siiiiiiide (And he from Hollis!, HAHAHAHA! up])
South... siiiiiiide (Hollis niggas 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: Yayo]
I'll shoot up your I'll burn up your crib
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 I cook better then 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 Lil' (Wipe me down!)
I'm a lil' woozy, I'm higher than
I got the haze with AK-47
I need that Beckham money, I need older money
So if you checkin for me, show the money

3: 50 Cent]
He mean that big money, not that money
That's my Yay, I know he'll kill for me

[Chorus: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas make me man!)
South... (Sick to my stomach, man!)
South... siiiiiiide (Every a nigga get out of line)
South... siiiiiiide (I put 'em RIGHT in line, man.)
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas Jimmy Iovine's my boss)
South... (Nigga, FUCK Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm from a hundred fourth street, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I AIN'T GOT NO BOSS...)

4: Lloyd Banks]
We went from run down sneakers to the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too much 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, don't be the one
I'll become a corpse 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 boss of this shit 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 send to war
But I will sit here, and veto every act that comes through here you know!?
I'm thinkin you what I'm sayin!
We from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to Ferrari F50
Now I got a few you know what 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 little piece of
Everything that comes through you understand what I'm
The Unit! Yeah!