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 Thorough

He's got his head tilted back on his is a frown
Who's that nigga gangsta so
Don't you clown, the sound, the style, of Swisher Swisher
Oh how I ya would step so I could hit ya
With wicked shit slick and
as I quick, oughta flip with fluents
to you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat
You don't know how it's cause you don't where it's 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 soft
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 a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes
to stop the funk mutha from freelance
Brush up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't
With my hands on my dick, my click is so don't clown
bitches we playin you hoes lay it down

Chorus: 2X

Verse Eightball

It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the before
So much sess in my chest from the I smoke
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 the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
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 time on my dick, thick
Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt
I'm a killa on them sticks, hallucinatin
to let go of my frustration
but unlucky nigga gonna be a med patient
I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't matter
Cause if I gotta I will
to the guts of nigga with no nuts
and if you step to you will have to lay it down

Chorus: 2X

Verse Crime Boss

Here comes the spy, fry, get high, and get head rushed
the one gangsta 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
nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat
and take yo ass way back, way back way back in the days
I to beat dope fiends down just get paid
Live my life as a hustler, sellin was my only J
My was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay
And nigga that's fucked all my are loners
I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on
with and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid
of ?, shit 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 dollars and sense, see I gotta have it on,
or be in this hole for too motherfuckin long
ON!!!!

Verse MJG

buster in my yard talkin shit bout a bitch
claimin to be bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks
talkin why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe
charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her her shit and go
Suckers how the fuck you think MJG was gonna slip
on the only reason you mad cause you couldn't pussy whip
a breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin
money off you and lady, nigga I ain't tradin
Why you niggaz 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 ass, make my money
it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash
Drop yo panties, to let you
To your mouth, slurp and slob
on dick 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 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