Luyện nghe bài hát Souljah Boy

We low down, we low down....
Yeah (yeah) (yeah), Krayzie Bone up in this (up in this mothafucka), up in this
mothafuckin (my mothafuckin
nigga). Souljah Boy, 'bout to shut you hoes down ('bout to shurt you hoes down). You know it
is, Mo Thug clique
too damn thick, nigga. What you hoes wanna do? (Ride, die. Die die). Yeah, one ah nigga,
one ah nigga, one ah

We low down, low dirty shame, niggaz actin strang, catch a clip to tha fuckin brain (put'em
up, up)
(repeat)

Boy
Souljah Boy, off in this mothafucka, piece to point tha bitch may suckaz, thinkin got enough
heat to us. I'm ah dust
ya, heads off, wit tha blink of an eye, you gonna die, don't ask me why, but still I try. With tha
vibe I be gettin
makin wantin get cha spit'n yall shittin down to tha wide, be wide. You hoes wanna find me
my nigga Bone up
pine trees, black eyes see, ain't no comin back, get you ah that, shit you smokin, get me gigged
up, hit it up, hit it up, I'm
straight loke, and I'm hopin ah, all ah yall (all ah yall) bustaz got time to play, my nigga,
Tombstone, Krayzie Bone
yo way

You to betta be thangs, yo brain, put'em in ah coffin, and where they lay, nigga wanna roll, tha
get chrome,
(put'em in and rip'em out) that how we play ay. Murder dem niggaz that's plottin me, holla
boy toppin yo body,
fillin bless yo soul wit tha 12 guage marks burn, leavin you stiff and cold. Nigga what you do,
tha mothafuckin
thugstaz come for you. Ya snooze you loose, to catch that skuzie, nigga to shoot tha po po
too, and we do. wit
da nigga wit his finger on tha trigger, but I catch him and fill him wit ammunition. Hit'em wit tha
and ah rippin, and to get
cha, they miss'em, hey. We down foe tha swang and no fakin, detain'em, we wit tha fucka,
you up on my, and
uzzies and 357's, we load'em and shoot foe yo head, you die. they betta not test me, Leather
Face, quick they
out this weapon, hey, we leavin'em headless. Respect dem Clair playaz, bitch

Boy
I'm on ah mission, ah mission, I'm swift betta empty my clip, you beat an ass with fast as safety
mine, soldiaz 'bout
to rip, ya lit, get hit, 'cause I split, wit yo shit, ain't worried bout a nigga tellin, mothafuckin thangs,
as all you (soldiaz)
bitches, rollin ya spliff. 'cause shift, wit my grip, off into a whole new level

Knockin wit mic let cha know ya damn wrong, damn wrong....Rest in peace, and seem to
up on me latey, fuck'n,
let's all go crazy, sell we daily, gettin we red lay, my thugstaz, love when we pump, put'em on
tha fuck'em.
Krayzie release dem shells, I say say let's all go to hell. 'cause I got my money, my pistol, my
reefa, forget my thugs,
what. Hey, we slay, we

Boy
We pray, everyday, but still I see, you and me, just don't
mix, so I grab my grip. I'm ah ya
clique, that's tha end ah
shit. So you eva, in ya mothafuckin life try to test me, it's
neva like Rambo, wit this proof
and wit a knife, you
betta me. Or we'll complete twice, I'm killin yo wife. Yo
bitch get's just like Lesley,
don't me, don't press
me, Krayzie Bone up they chest, g

Yeah, nigga. Yeah, hoe ass niggaz. mothafuckaz ain't ready foe
this mothafuckin thug shit.
You niggaz ready.
Gone (gone) down (down), shut'n down (shut'n shit down).
down (completely
down). You didn't know
(you hoes know). Huh? You gotta recognize. St. Clair
Wastland, nigga. yall niggaz, stall
nigga. Yeah. (Wasteland,
wasteland, wasteland) Hoe ass mothafuckaz, bitches, I'm to
kill'em. Soldiaz, we on gank. Can
you that? Can you
that?