Luyện nghe bài hát Southside Soulja

[Intro: 50
South... siiiiiiide (Yeah, you I'm never 'gon change you know)
South... siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I couldn't change you know)
South... siiiiiiide (I'm up man, It's where I'm from nigga!)

1: 50 Cent]
Look at you, you lil' dirty ass you ain't shit
I'm glad you though 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 used to to a nigga growin up
why I give him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my biggest lost at eight, you know when died
I ain't know what was on, I ain't even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, them turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You good man!)
Four ring, rope chain and medallion (Damn!)
Red bomb bitch a ass like a stallion (Woo!)
It's a dream, it's a dream, it's all a (Yeah)
I get the coke, get pistols and build a team
I'm a be better than Cat, yeah better 'Preme
I'm a be the man standin, you know what I mean?

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

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

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

50 Cent]
South... siiiiiiide (Niggas make me man!)
South... (Sick to my stomach, man!)
South... (Every time 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 hundred fourth street, nigga!)
South... siiiiiiide (I AIN'T GOT NO BOSS...)

4: Lloyd Banks]
We went from run down to runnin the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too money to make
You got plans, then you know where I'm comin from, my numb
(Yeah) I got 99 Problems you 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, be the hundredth 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
hoodie and boots, no Gucci
Yayo me, Fifth scooped me
The couped me now you gotta 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 Bush of this shit!
I'm not goin to war, but I'll niggas to war
But I sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes through here you know!?
I'm thinkin you know I'm sayin!
We from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to Ferrari F50
Now I got a few aliases you know I'm sayin
I'm thinkin next, I'll be Sam you know, Sam
I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers that through here!
Now thr music, we need a piece of that
Everything that comes through you understand what I'm
The Unit! Yeah!