Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm 'gon change you know)
South... siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probably change you know)
South... (I'm fucked up man, It's where I'm from nigga!)

[Verse 1: 50
at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit
I'm glad you here though you just in time to get the
Run to the store, get some Quaker and some O.E.
Tell Harpee from me, he'll let you owe him he know me (Yeah)
That's how I used to talk to a nigga up
That's why I give him my ass to blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my biggest lost at eight, you know when mommy
I ain't know what was goin on, I ain't even cry
Man, and I blow, them Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You good man!)
Four finger ring, rope and medallion (Damn!)
Red bitch with a ass like a stallion (Woo!)
It's a dream, it's a dream, all a dream (Yeah)
I get the coke, get some and build a team
I'm a be better than Cat, yeah than 'Preme
I'm a be the last man standin, you know I mean?

[Chorus: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Look at nigga son!)
South... siiiiiiide (This nigga Irv, got on a 'Preme shirt!)
South... siiiiiiide (And he from Hollis!, HAHAHAHA! up])
South... siiiiiiide (Hollis don't even like Southside niggas!)
South... (Nigga, we all over the water!)
South... siiiiiiide (We mix! What the fuck is the matter with you!)

[Verse 2: Yayo]
I'll shoot up house I'll burn up your crib
And when the come I'll shoot at them with the cig (Brrappp!)
Ebony and Ivory the beamer or the
When it comes to the bricks I cook better then your
And that's baby mama I see her with a lil' uzi
I'm in the piece you wipe me like I'm Lil' Boosie (Wipe me down!)
I'm a lil' woozy, I'm than heaven
I got the haze with AK-47
I need that Beckham money, I that older money
So if you for me, nigga show the money

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

[Chorus: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas me sick man!)
South... (Sick to my stomach, man!)
South... siiiiiiide (Every a nigga get out of line)
South... (I put 'em RIGHT BACK in line, man.)
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas think Iovine's my boss)
South... siiiiiiide (Nigga, FUCK Iovine, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm from a hundred thirty street, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)

[Verse 4: Banks]
We went from run down sneakers to runnin the
I can't die (Nah!) I got too much money to
You got plans, then you know where I'm comin from, my stomach
(Yeah) I got 99 you want 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, don't be the one
become a corpse before I become a bum (Bum!)
Life's short, feel good under the sun
Down here, you got two get a gun or run
My car was a spaceship, no hoopty
Champ hoodie and boots, no
introduced me, Fifth scooped me
The floor couped me now you shoot me

[Outro: 50
I be's the boss of this shit right here! I said the noss nigga you me!
The B-O-S-S-M-A-N! And what!
Thought so! I'm the George Bush of shit!
I'm not to war, but I'll send niggas to war
But I will sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes through you know!?
I'm you know what 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 of these motherfuckers that come through here!
Now thr music, we need a little piece of
Everything that comes through you understand I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!