Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

(music in bakground)
(eightball we this 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

Verse Thorough

He's got his tilted back on his face is a frown
Who's that nigga so bitch
Don't you clown, the sound, the style, of Swisher Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would step so I hit ya
With wicked shit and swift
as I slaughter quick, oughta with fluents
to show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; is cat
You don't know how comin 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 too deep, please peep, I ain't soft
I represent at all cost and got my niney on
So eeease back cause you marks can't 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 you're a BITCH, and you got what it takes
to the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brush up on yo skills, fool I ain't lackin
my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown
bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it

repeat 2X

Verse Two:

It's Sunday morning, I'm yawnin from the night before
So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I
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 her get out of my bed you damn freak
Hopped into the for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got and ran a gold comb through my curls
Walkin out of the house slow, tellin hoe come on let's go
First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my
coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick
but at the time on my dick, thick
Beat a bitch I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated
to let go of my frustration
but some nigga gonna be a med patient
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 to Suave you will have to lay it down

Chorus: 2X

Verse Three: Boss

Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get rushed
the one gangsta you can't touch or bust
so steppin is the wrong that you gots to come me
you best to do a driveby and be that you hit me
Cause nigga if you miss me have to draw my gat
and take yo ass way back, way back way back in the days
I used to dope fiends down just get paid
Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my J
My moms was a trick hoe I had to stay
And nigga that's all my homies are loners
I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on
with bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa
Five-oh harrassin me, so Boss is feelin slugs
A good guy gone bad, devious kid
Victim of ?, shit my momma did
These beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches
My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of riches
for and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,
or be trapped in this hole for too long
ON!!!!

Verse MJG

buster in my yard talkin shit bout a bitch
claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like 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 that MJG was gonna slip
on the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy
a back breakin, check takin, pimp 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 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 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
a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe
don't you front me with a lame lie about 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 upside yo
bitch, I'ma lay it down

Chorus: 2X