Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

(music in bakground)
(eightball we doin this shit once
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

Verse One:

got his head tilted back on his face is a frown
Who's nigga gangsta so bitch
Don't you clown, the sound, the style, of Swisher after
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 Suave House that is cat
You know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at
A of all trades, low cut, tight fade
We all get paid, get sprayed, so buster behave
My flavor's too deep, please peep, I soft
I represent at all and always got my niney on
So back cause you marks can't hang with me
I got to game in me, killin ain't 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 from freelance jackin
Brush up on yo skills, fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my 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 the night before
So much 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
me Swisher 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 shower for an hour, it was hot as
Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my
Walkin out of the house slow, that hoe come on let's go
First I crack up the music then, hit the on my six-four
coated 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 on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
to let go of my frustration
but some unlucky nigga gonna be a med
I nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter
Cause if I I will rat-a-tat-a
to splatter the of nigga with no nuts
and if you step to Suave you will to lay it down

repeat 2X

Verse Three: Boss

Here comes the spy, fry, get high, and get head rushed
the number one gangsta you can't touch or
so steppin is the wrong you gots to come 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 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 moms was a 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 on corners
with bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin
A good guy bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of ?, shit my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker
My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of riches
for dollars and sense, see I gotta it goin on,
or be in this hole for too motherfuckin long
ON!!!!

Verse MJG

Thirty buster in my talkin shit bout a bitch
claimin to be that bitch's family but they like dirty tricks
about 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 that MJG was gonna
on the only you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip
a back breakin, takin, pimp nigga constantly makin
money off you and lady, nigga I ain't tradin
Why don't you understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe
Now Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go
Back on the track shake that ass, my money
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 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
Catch a cab, back to the lab, my motherfuckin money hoe
don't you ever front me with a lame lie my bank
Oh shit, out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane
Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all yo head
bitch, I'ma lay it down

Chorus: 2X