Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

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

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

One: Thorough

He's got his head back on his face is a frown
Who's nigga gangsta so bitch
Don't you clown, the sound, the style, of Swisher Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would 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 House federation; that is cat
You know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at
A mack of all trades, low cut, tight
We all get paid, you'll get sprayed, so behave
My too deep, please peep, I ain't soft
I represent at all and always got my niney on
So eeease back cause you marks 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 from freelance jackin
up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
With my on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown
bitches we playin you hoes lay it down

Chorus: 2X

Verse Eightball

Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before
So much in my chest from the Swishers I smoke
OH NO!!!! Who is this hoe in the bed me?
I remember the pussy but I don't 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
into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed and ran a gold comb 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 quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my
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 guts of with no nuts
and if you step to you will have to lay it down

repeat 2X

Verse Three: Crime

comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed
the number one gangsta you touch or bust
so steppin is the wrong that you gots to against me
you best to do a driveby and be prayin 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 just get paid
Live my life as a hustler, sellin was my only J
My moms was a trick hoe I had to stay
And nigga that's all my homies are loners
been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners
with bitches and prostitutes, pimps and thugs
harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of ?, shit my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker
My still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches
for dollars and sense, see I gotta have it on,
or be trapped in hole for too motherfuckin long
ON!!!!

Verse MJG

buster in my yard talkin shit bout a bitch
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 inside her and go
Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna
on the only reason you mad cause you sister pussy whip
a back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly
money off you and your lady, nigga I tradin
Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the she's the hoe
Now that Itold you now you know, break chain and let her go
Back on the shake that ass, make my money
Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch me cash
Drop yo panties, to let you
To your mouth, slurp and slob
on this dick you, the trick you's a bitch, do ya job
when you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the
Catch a cab, to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe
don't you ever me with a lame lie about my bank
Oh shit, look out bitch, a bitch catch a plane
Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma all upside yo head
Yeah bitch, lay it down

repeat 2X