Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down

(Souljah Boy)
Me low down, low down, low down.
Yeah, Bone up in this muthafucka,
my nigga.
Souljah Boy to shut you hoes down.
You what it is?
Mo Thug
too damn thick, nigga.
What you hoes do?
Ride,
Die, die?.
it is, nigga.
it is.

(Chours)

We low down, low down shame,
actin' strange,
catch a clip to the brain.
'em down, now.

(Souljah Boy)
Souljah Boy off in muthafucka,
'cause to out the bitch-made suckas,
thinkin' gotta enough heat to rush us.
I'm a dust your ass off the blink of an eye.
You niggas die.
ask me why,
but I try
the vibes that I
be givin', money,
gettin,
spittin,
shittin,
down to the fuckin' meat.
You hoes wanna me
and my nigga Layzie (...?...).
Ain't no back, comin' back,
give me some of good shit you smokin',
got me up,
it up,
lit it up,
I'm locin'.
I'm hopin' that all y'all got time to play.
My Tombstone,
Bone,
swing around way,
way.

(Chours 2x)

(Krayzie)
Now what if we your brain,
put 'em in a coffin, and that's where lay?
Nigga, row the boat to get chromed,
'em in the river.
Now, how we play.
Hey, murdered them niggas that's to rob me.
Hollow point top in body.
Nigga fin to bless soul with a twelve gauge Mossberg,
leavin' you and cold.
Nigga, ya gonna do when
the muthafuckin' thugstas come for
You snooze, you lose, you this uzi.
Nigga fin to the po-po, too, and we do.
Runnin' with a nigga with on his trigger,
when I catch 'em, I 'em with ammunition.
Hit 'em with the bullet and I meant to get ya,
miss 'em.
Hey, we with the swangin',
no entertainin'.
We quick to fuck-a you up, oh my!
Gauges and and three fifty-sevens,
we 'em and shoot for your head. You die!
Niggas, they better me.
Leatherface when he pull out this weapon. [Hey.]
We 'em headless.
them Clair playas, bitch.

(Chours)

(Souljah Boy)
I'm on a [mission].
I'm swift when I my clip.
You oughta' beat ass
real to safety, man,
if a about to rip.
You get lit, get hit,
as I split shit.
Ain't worried 'bout a tellin',
yellin' thangs.
All you [soldiers] gon' lay stiff,
as I shift with my off into a whole new level.

(Krayzie)
Gon' on my click, and now you're dead [dead wrong].
in peace.
They to be creepin' up on me lately.
Fuck it, all go crazy,
weed daily,
and we ready.
My love
we buck buck,
put 'em underground, 'em.
release them shells.
I say, "say fuck it, all go to Hell,"
I got my money,
my pistol,
my reefer,
never forget my thugs,
Hey, we slay.
We spray.

(Souljah Boy)
We everyday,
but still I see you and me
don't mix,
so I my grip.
I'm a your click,
that's the end of shit.
So you ever
in your muthafuckin' try to test me
like Rambo with this bulletproof vest and with a knife.
You respect me,
or I think twice.
I'm killin' wife.
Your bitch get sniped like Wesley,
don't me,
don't me.
Krayzie Bone will open up chest, G.

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

Yeah, niggas [Nigga, nigga].
Yeah, ho-ass niggas, y'all
[Shit.] ready for this muthafuckin' real thug shit.
the shit.
Niggas ain't ready.] shut shit down
[Shut shit down!], down!
down!] You hoes didn't know? [Huh?]
You recognize.
St.Clair Wasteland, nigga.
[Wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland,
soldiers, soldiers,
Ho-ass bitches.
I'm to kill 'em! Can you feel that?