Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm never change 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 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 Harpee it's from me, he'll let you owe him he 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 lost at eight, you know when died
I ain't know what was goin on, I ain't fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin man!)
Four ring, rope chain and medallion (Damn!)
Red bomb bitch a ass like a stallion (Woo!)
It's a dream, a dream, it's 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 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... (And he from Hollis!, HAHAHAHA! [cracks up])
South... siiiiiiide (Hollis niggas even like Southside niggas!)
South... (Nigga, we all over the water!)
South... siiiiiiide (We don't mix! the fuck is the matter with you!)

[Verse 2: Tony
I'll shoot up your house burn up your crib
And when the fireman come I'll at them with the cig (Brrappp!)
Ebony and the beamer or the llama
When it comes to the I cook better then your mama
And that's baby mama I see her with a lil' uzi
I'm in the piece you me down like 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 that older money
So if you checkin for me, show the money

[Verse 3: 50
He mean big money, not that lil' money
That's my Yay, I know he'll kill for me

50 Cent]
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas 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 from a hundred thirty street, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)

4: Lloyd Banks]
We went run down sneakers to runnin the state
I die (Nah!) I got too much money to make
You got plans, then you where 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 before I become a bum (Bum!)
short, feel good 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 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!
so! I'm the George Bush of this shit!
I'm not goin to war, but send niggas to war
But I will sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes through 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 I'm sayin
I'm thinkin next, be Sam you know, Uncle Sam
I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers come through here!
Now thr music, we a little piece of that
Everything that through you understand what I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!