Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

(music in bakground)
(eightball we doin this shit once
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 hoes lay it

Verse One:

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

repeat 2X

Verse Two:

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

repeat 2X

Verse Crime 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 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 yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days
I used to beat dope fiends down just get
Live my life as a hustler, drugs was my only J
My moms was a hoe I had nowhere to stay
And nigga fucked all my homies are loners
I've been on this for ten years so I'm on corners
with bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime is feelin slugs
A good guy bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of ?, shit that my did
These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker
My beeper goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches
for dollars and sense, see I gotta have it on,
or be trapped in this hole for too motherfuckin
ON!!!!

Verse MJG

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

Chorus: 2X