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

One: Thorough

He's got his head tilted back on his is a frown
Who's that gangsta so bitch
you clown, the sound, the style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would step so I hit ya
With wicked slick and swift
as I quick, oughta flip with fluents
to show you how we be doin in the House federation; that is cat
You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where at
A mack of all trades, low cut, tight
We all get paid, you'll get sprayed, so buster
My flavor's too deep, please peep, I ain't
I at all cost and always got my niney on
So eeease back cause you marks can't hang 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 that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got it takes
to stop the mutha from freelance jackin
Brush up on yo skills, cause fool I lackin
my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown
bitches we ain't playin you lay it down

Chorus: 2X

Verse Two:

Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before
So much sess in my chest the Swishers I smoke
OH NO!!!! Who is hoe in the bed with me?
I remember the pussy but I don't remember her 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 damn
Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as
Got dressed and ran a gold through my curls
out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go
First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my
Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop
but at the same on my dick, thick
Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt
I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated
Tryin to let go of my
but unlucky nigga gonna be a med patient
I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't matter
Cause if I gotta I rat-a-tat-a
to splatter the of nigga with no nuts
and if you step to you will have to lay it down

Chorus: 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 that you to come against me
you best to do a driveby and be prayin you hit me
nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat
and take yo ass way back, cause way back way in the days
I used to beat dope fiends down just get
Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my J
My was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay
And that's fucked all my homies are loners
I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on
with bitches and prostitutes, and killa thugs
Five-oh harrassin me, so Boss is feelin slugs
A good guy bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of ?, that my momma did
These dope beats up, I'm servin those clucker bitches
My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of riches
for dollars and sense, see I gotta it goin on,
or be trapped in hole for too motherfuckin long
ON!!!!

Verse MJG

Thirty buster in my yard talkin shit bout a
claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like tricks
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 couldn't pussy whip
a back breakin, check takin, nigga constantly makin
money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't
Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp the hoe
Now that Itold you now you know, that chain and let her go
Back on the track shake that ass, make my
Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch me cash
yo panties, to let you start
To open your mouth, 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, back to the lab, bring my money hoe
don't you ever front me a lame lie about my bank
Oh shit, out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane
hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head
Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it

Chorus: 2X