Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

YMCMB, call me Tunechi Lee
I be with niggas that shoot
I keep that iron, you can get
And if she say she didn't
Bitch ya lying ya teeth
They say it cost to be the
The ones in jail they were free
Niggas call me Hi-C because I'm as you can see
say they paid they dues
Well I'm checking your
Might as well go
this is a stupid beat
Grab the owl out the
And ask bitch, who but me?
Got ya bitch bent over nigga, to her feet
Tell that pig and that cow go ham if it's beef
all my niggas well rounded
Don't fuck none of these square niggas
on, Ghostface Killah
Draw down and niggas
I'm a Blood, is you a blood
Swisher full of that
I hit it sideways,
Then she catch nut like pneumonia
Lil

Lay it ho
Lay it bitch
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

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

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

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

Lay it ho (Yeah)
Lay it down (and I smoke)
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

oh yo, shawty, yo name?
Is you tricking? Is you
Is you sniffing on cane?
What the fuck is you
If you getting it, you getting it
my money I ain't splitting 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 lil' ho, high
Brand new roley, sky
Just from Dubai
Flew eye
I made a dollars,
Swear to God ain't no lie
I said them was poppin'
Fake niggas be
My glove be drippin' wet
But I got my
Losing ain't no
I'm teaching my doctrine
The Maybach ain't
If it got no partation

Oops I partition
all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money while I you bitches audition

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

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