Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Yeah, you 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, 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 you just in time to get the grits
Run to the store, get some Quaker Oats and O.E.
Tell it's from me, he'll let you owe him he know me (Yeah)
That's how I used to to a nigga growin up
why I give him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my biggest lost at eight, you know mommy died
I ain't know what was goin on, I ain't fuckin cry
Man, and I blow, them Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin good man!)
Four ring, rope chain and medallion (Damn!)
Red bomb bitch 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 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 Team shirt!)
South... (And he from Hollis!, HAHAHAHA! [cracks up])
South... siiiiiiide (Hollis niggas don't even like niggas!)
South... (Nigga, we all over the water!)
South... (We don't mix! What the fuck is the matter with you!)

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

3: 50 Cent]
He mean that big money, not lil' money
That's my nigga Yay, I 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... (I put 'em RIGHT BACK in line, man.)
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas think Iovine's my boss)
South... siiiiiiide (Nigga, Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm from a thirty fourth street, nigga!)
South... (I AIN'T GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)

[Verse 4: Banks]
We went from run down to runnin 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
I'll become a corpse before I a bum (Bum!)
Life's short, feel good under the sun
Down here, you got two get a gun or run
My first car was a spaceship, no
hoodie and boots, no Gucci
Yayo introduced me, Fifth me
The floor couped me now you gotta me

[Outro: 50
I the boss of this 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 George of this shit!
I'm not to war, but I'll send niggas to war
But I will sit here, and veto every act that comes through here you know!?
I'm you know what I'm sayin!
We went 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to Ferrari F50
Now I got a few aliases you know what I'm
I'm next, I'll be Sam you know, Uncle Sam
I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers that come here!
Now thr music, we need a little of that
Everything that comes through you what I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!