Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm never 'gon 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 where I'm nigga!)

1: 50 Cent]
Look at you, you dirty ass nigga you ain't shit
I'm glad you here though you just in 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 at eight, you know when mommy 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 niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin man!)
Four finger ring, rope chain and (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 some pistols and build a
I'm a be better than Cat, yeah better than
I'm a be the last man standin, you know I mean?

50 Cent]
South... siiiiiiide (Look at nigga son!)
South... siiiiiiide (This Irv, got on a 'Preme Team shirt!)
South... siiiiiiide (And he Hollis!, HAHAHAHA! [cracks up])
South... siiiiiiide (Hollis don't even like Southside niggas!)
South... (Nigga, we all over the water!)
South... siiiiiiide (We don't mix! What the fuck is the matter 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 Ivory the or the llama
When it comes to the bricks I cook better then your
And that's your 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 woozy, I'm higher than heaven
I got the haze with AK-47
I need Beckham money, I need that older money
So if you checkin for me, nigga the money

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

50 Cent]
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas make me man!)
South... (Sick to my stomach, man!)
South... (Every time a nigga get out of line)
South... siiiiiiide (I put 'em RIGHT in line, man.)
South... (Niggas think Jimmy Iovine's my boss)
South... (Nigga, FUCK Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South... (I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)

[Verse 4: Lloyd
We went from run down sneakers to runnin the
I die (Nah!) I got too much money to make
You got plans, then you know I'm comin from, my stomach numb
(Yeah) I got 99 Problems you 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, don't be the one
I'll become a corpse 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 and boots, no Gucci
introduced me, Fifth scooped me
The floor couped me now you shoot me

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