Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... (Yeah, you know I'm never 'gon change you know)
South... siiiiiiide (If I was to change, I probably couldn't change you know)
South... (I'm fucked up man, It's where I'm from nigga!)

[Verse 1: 50
Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't
I'm you here though you just in time to get the grits
Run to the store, get some 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 growin up
That's why I him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
my biggest lost at eight, you know when mommy died
I ain't know what was goin on, I ain't even cry
Man, truce and I blow, them turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You 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, it's all a (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 last man standin, you know I mean?

50 Cent]
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... (Hollis niggas don't 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 the beamer or the llama
When it comes to the bricks I better then your mama
And that's baby mama I see her with 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 than
I got the haze mixed AK-47
I need that Beckham money, I need that money
So if you checkin for me, nigga show the

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

[Chorus: 50
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 BACK in line, man.)
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas think Jimmy my boss)
South... siiiiiiide (Nigga, Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South... (I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)

[Verse 4: Banks]
We went from run sneakers to runnin the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too money to make
You got plans, then you know where I'm comin from, my numb
(Yeah) I got 99 you want '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 under the sun
here, you got two options get a gun or run
My first car was a spaceship, no
hoodie and boots, no Gucci
Yayo introduced me, Fifth me
The floor me now you gotta 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 George Bush of 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 that through here!
Now thr music, we a little piece of that
Everything that comes through you understand I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!