Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

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

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

Verse Thorough

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

Chorus: 2X

Two: Eightball

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

Chorus: 2X

Three: Crime Boss

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

Verse MJG

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

Chorus: 2X