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 couldn't change you know)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm fucked up man, where I'm from nigga!)

[Verse 1: 50
at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit
I'm glad you though you just in time to get the grits
Run to the store, get Quaker Oats and some O.E.
Harpee it's from 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 mommy died
I ain't know what was goin on, I even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin good man!)
finger ring, rope chain and medallion (Damn!)
Red bomb bitch a ass like a stallion (Woo!)
It's a dream, it's a dream, it's all a (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 what I

[Chorus: 50
South... (Look at this nigga son!)
South... siiiiiiide (This Irv, got on a 'Preme Team shirt!)
South... siiiiiiide (And he 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!)

2: Tony Yayo]
I'll shoot up house I'll burn up your crib
And when the fireman I'll shoot at them with the cig (Brrappp!)
Ebony and the beamer or the llama
When it to the bricks 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 woozy, I'm higher than heaven
I got the haze with AK-47
I need that Beckham money, I need that money
So if you checkin for me, nigga the money

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

4: Lloyd Banks]
We went run down sneakers to runnin the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too much to make
You got plans, then you know where I'm comin from, my numb
(Yeah) I got 99 Problems you want 'em (Hah?)
99 enemies, be the hundredth one
I'll become a corpse 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 gotta me

[Outro: 50
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 George of this shit!
I'm not goin to war, but I'll send to war
But I will sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act comes through here you know!?
I'm thinkin you what I'm sayin!
We went 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to Ferrari 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 come through here!
Now thr music, we need a little piece of
that comes through you understand what I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!