Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

(music in bakground)
(eightball we this shit once again
for you fake ass niggaz lay it the down BEYITCH)

lay it down, lay it
you lay it down
lay it down, lay it
you lay it down

Verse One:

got his head tilted back on his face is a frown
Who's nigga gangsta so bitch
you clown, the sound, the style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would so I could hit ya
With wicked shit slick and
as I quick, oughta flip with fluents
to show you how we be doin in the House federation; that is cat
You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where at
A of all trades, low cut, tight fade
We all get paid, you'll get sprayed, so buster
My flavor's too deep, please peep, I ain't
I represent at all cost and always got my on
So eeease back cause you can't hang with me
I got to much game in me, ain't no thang to me
Give a nut check, and I see you place
And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you got what it takes
to stop the funk mutha freelance jackin
up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
With my on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown
bitches we ain't you hoes lay it down

Chorus: 2X

Two: Eightball

It's Sunday morning, I'm yawnin from the night before
So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I
OH NO!!!! Who is hoe in the bed with me?
I the pussy but I don't remember her name G
Grab me cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe
in the head, and tell her get out of my bed you freak
Hopped into the for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed and ran a comb through my curls
out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go
First I crack up the music then, hit the on my six-four
Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop
but at the same on my dick, thick
Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt
I'm a on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my
but unlucky nigga gonna be a med patient
I gotta uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter
if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a
to the guts of nigga with no nuts
and if you step to Suave you have to lay it down

repeat 2X

Verse Three: Boss

Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get rushed
the number one gangsta you can't or bust
so steppin is the wrong that you gots to against me
you best to do a driveby and be prayin you hit me
Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma to draw my gat
and take yo ass way back, cause way way back in the days
I used to beat dope down just get paid
Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my J
My moms was a hoe I had nowhere to stay
And nigga that's all my homies are loners
I've been on for ten years so I'm known on corners
with and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is slugs
A good guy gone bad, fuckin kid
of ?, shit that my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those bitches
My beeper still off, I'm thinkin of addin riches
for and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,
or be trapped in this hole for too long
ON!!!!

Verse MJG

buster in my yard talkin shit bout a bitch
claimin to be that bitch's but they look like dirty tricks
talkin about why did I meet that hoe, the hoe
charge the hoe, break the hoe, her inside her shit and go
Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna
on the only you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip
a back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly
money off you and your lady, nigga I tradin
Why don't you understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe
Now that Itold you now you know, break that and let her go
Back on the track shake that ass, make my
Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bring me cash
Drop yo panties, to let you
To open mouth, slurp and slob
on this you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job
you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door
Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin hoe
don't you ever front me with a lame lie my bank
Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a
Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and clown all upside yo head
Yeah bitch, lay it down

Chorus: 2X