Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

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

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

One: Thorough

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

repeat 2X

Verse Two:

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

repeat 2X

Verse Three: Crime

Here the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed
the one gangsta you can't touch or bust
so steppin is the wrong that you gots to against me
you to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me
Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma 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 trick hoe I had nowhere to
And nigga that's fucked all my are loners
been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners
with bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa
harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A good guy gone bad, devious kid
Victim of ?, shit that my did
These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker
My beeper still 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 that bitch's family but they look like dirty
talkin why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe
charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her and go
Suckers how the fuck you that MJG was gonna slip
on the only reason you mad cause you sister pussy whip
a back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly
off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin
Why don't you niggaz I'm the pimp she's the hoe
Now that Itold you now you know, that chain and let her go
Back on the track shake ass, make my money
Make it fast, get yo head bringin me checks bitch bring me cash
Drop yo panties, to let you
To open your mouth, slurp and
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, to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe
don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my
Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch 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