Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm never change you know)
South... siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probably change you know)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm up man, It's where I'm from nigga!)

1: 50 Cent]
Look at you, you lil' ass nigga you ain't shit
I'm glad you here you just in time to get the grits
Run to the store, get Quaker Oats and some O.E.
Harpee it's from me, he'll let you owe him he know me (Yeah)
That's how I to talk to a nigga growin up
That's why I him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my biggest lost at eight, you know mommy died
I know what was goin on, I ain't even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I to be him (You lookin good man!)
Four finger ring, rope chain and (Damn!)
Red bomb bitch with a ass 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 than Cat, yeah better than 'Preme
I'm a be the man standin, you know what I mean?

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

2: Tony Yayo]
I'll up your house I'll burn up your crib
And when the come I'll shoot at them with the cig (Brrappp!)
Ebony and Ivory the or the llama
it comes to the bricks I cook better then your mama
And that's your baby 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 than heaven
I got the mixed with AK-47
I need Beckham money, I need that older money
So if you checkin for me, nigga the money

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

50 Cent]
South... (Niggas make me sick man!)
South... (Sick to my stomach, man!)
South... siiiiiiide (Every a nigga get out of line)
South... siiiiiiide (I put 'em RIGHT in line, man.)
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas Jimmy Iovine's my boss)
South... siiiiiiide (Nigga, FUCK Iovine, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm from a thirty fourth 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, you know 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 a corpse 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 hoodie and boots, no
Yayo introduced me, scooped me
The floor me now you gotta shoot me

50 Cent]
I be's the boss of this shit right here! I the noss nigga you hear me!
The B-O-S-S-M-A-N! And what!
Thought so! I'm the Bush of this shit!
I'm not goin to war, but I'll send to war
But I will sit here, and every motherfuckin act that comes through here you know!?
I'm thinkin you know I'm sayin!
We went 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to Ferrari F50
Now I got a few aliases you what I'm sayin
I'm thinkin next, be Sam you know, Uncle Sam
I'm a tax everyone of these that come through here!
Now thr music, we need a little piece of
Everything that comes you understand what I'm sayin
The Unit! Yeah!