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 fucked up man, It's where I'm nigga!)

[Verse 1: 50
Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't
I'm glad you here you just in time to get the grits
Run to the store, get Quaker 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 nigga 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 was goin on, I ain't even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, them 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 with a ass like a (Woo!)
It's a dream, it's a dream, all a dream (Yeah)
I get the coke, get some pistols and a team
I'm a be than Cat, yeah better than 'Preme
I'm a be the man standin, you know what I mean?

50 Cent]
South... siiiiiiide (Look at this son!)
South... siiiiiiide (This nigga Irv, got on a 'Preme shirt!)
South... siiiiiiide (And he Hollis!, HAHAHAHA! [cracks up])
South... siiiiiiide (Hollis niggas don't even like niggas!)
South... siiiiiiide (Nigga, we all the water!)
South... siiiiiiide (We 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 at them with the cig (Brrappp!)
Ebony and Ivory the beamer or the
it comes to the bricks I cook better then your mama
And that's baby mama I see her with a lil' uzi
I'm in the piece you wipe me like I'm Lil' Boosie (Wipe me down!)
I'm a lil' woozy, I'm higher heaven
I got the mixed with AK-47
I need that Beckham money, I need older money
So if you checkin for me, nigga show the

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

50 Cent]
South... (Niggas make me sick man!)
South... (Sick to my stomach, man!)
South... siiiiiiide (Every time a 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: Lloyd
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 know where I'm from, my stomach numb
(Yeah) I got 99 Problems you want 'em (Hah?)
99 enemies, be the hundredth one
I'll a corpse before I become a bum (Bum!)
Life's short, feel good the summer sun
Down here, you got two get a gun or run
My first car was a spaceship, no
Champ hoodie and boots, no
Yayo introduced me, Fifth me
The couped me now you gotta shoot me

50 Cent]
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 goin to war, but I'll niggas to war
But I will sit here, and veto every act that comes through 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 know what I'm
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 little piece of
Everything that comes through you understand I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!