Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down

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

(Chours)

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

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

(Chours 2x)

(Krayzie)
Now if we banged 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 your soul with a gauge Mossberg,
you stiff and cold.
Nigga, what ya gonna do
the thugstas come for you?
You snooze, you lose, you catch uzi.
Nigga fin to the po-po, too, and we do.
Runnin' with a nigga finger on his trigger,
when I catch 'em, I fill 'em ammunition.
Hit 'em the bullet and I really meant to get ya,
miss 'em.
Hey, we down the swangin',
no entertainin'.
We quick when to you up, oh my!
Gauges and and three fifty-sevens,
we load 'em and 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 I empty my clip.
You beat your ass
real to safety, man,
if a soldier's to rip.
You get lit, get hit,
as I split shit.
Ain't 'bout a nigga tellin',
muthafuckin' thangs.
All you [soldiers] gon' lay stiff,
as I shift with my grip off a whole new level.

(Krayzie)
Gon' on my click, and now you're dead [dead wrong].
in peace.
They seem to be up on me lately.
it, let's all go crazy,
sell daily,
and we ready.
My love
we buck buck,
put 'em underground, 'em.
Krayzie 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 I see that you and me
just mix,
so I my grip.
I'm a kill click,
the end of this shit.
So don't you
in your muthafuckin' try to test me
steppin' like Rambo this bulletproof vest and with a knife.
You respect me,
or I won't twice.
I'm killin' wife.
Your bitch get sniped like Wesley,
test me,
don't me.
Bone will open up they chest, G.

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

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