Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

YMCMB, call me Tunechi Lee
I be niggas that shoot police
I that iron, you can get creased
And if she say she fuck
Bitch ya lying ya teeth
They say it to be the boss
The ones in jail they were free
Niggas call me Hi-C I'm high as you can see
Niggas say they paid dues
Well I'm your receipt
Might as go stupid
Since this is a beat
Grab the owl out the
And ask bitch, who but me?
Got ya bitch over nigga, hands to her feet
Tell that pig and that cow go ham if it's beef
'Cause all my well rounded
fuck with none of these square niggas
Mask on, Killah
Draw and erase niggas
I'm a Blood, is you a donor?
Swisher of that California
I hit it sideways,
Then she that nut like pneumonia
Lil

Lay it ho
Lay it bitch
Lay it ho
Lay it down, lay it down, lay it
You hoes lay it down, lay it down, lay it
You lay it down

Put the money on the nigga
Gimme up in you house nigga,
Shut yo nigga

Put the money on the nigga
Gimme everything up in you nigga,
Shut yo mouth

Yeah it up, vroom vroom
Uppercut a out the bus, boom boom
I get the brain, poom poom
She let a nigga run and get the
Run a train, zoom
get paid too soon, one deep
One sweep away in a room
We getting money over
Talking shit and fucking
I don't know what the fuck doing Tune
My syrup purple, my turf
My birth circle, dirt surf you
I'll squirt you, my verse hurtful
My shooters got curb curfews
'bout as hot as Von Dutch
Y'all not gone harm
Hijack some prom busts
no retreat but my arms up
No graffiti, my up
It's Young Money in shit
Until a nigga dead and
If you wanna set it off, what you bet it on?
I'm betting the wedding's off when is wetted on
'em out, Truk ya life
Fuck ya style, fuck me
You a bucket foul, buck ya smile
For a dunkin pile, you better it, pal

Lay it ho (Yeah)
Lay it down (and I smoke)
Lay it ho
Lay it down, lay it down, lay it
You lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
You lay it down

oh yo, shawty, what's yo
Is you tricking? Is you
Is you sniffing on that
the fuck is you saying?
If you getting it, then you it
It's my money I ain't it
I ain't it, if she got a fat ass
I'm tipping it (tippin' it)
Came out the bank, bye
a bum money, hi fella
Bad ho, high yellow
Brand new roley, sky
Just left Dubai
private eye
I a million dollars,
Swear to God that no lie
I said niggas was poppin'
niggas be watchin'
My black glove be wet
But I got my
Losing ain't no
I'm teaching bitches my
The Maybach ain't
If it got no partation

Oops I mean
It's all a part of my
I sit and this money while I watch you bitches audition

I said, oops I mean
It's all a of my vision
I sit and count this money while I watch you audition

Da fuck is wrong with you
I don't a fuck
You don't me, you don't see me.
you gon' feel me hoe
Young
Money nigga.
Young-young, lay it down, lay it down, you lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you lay it down, ah!