Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

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

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

Verse Thorough

He's got his head tilted back on his is a frown
Who's that 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 and swift
as I slaughter quick, oughta flip with
to show you how we be doin in the Suave federation; that is cat
You don't know how it's 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 flavor's too deep, 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 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 mutha freelance jackin
Brush up on yo skills, fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't
bitches we ain't playin you lay it down

repeat 2X

Verse Eightball

It's morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before
So much sess in my from the Swishers I smoke
OH NO!!!! Who is this hoe in the bed me?
I remember the but I don't remember her name G
Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit hoe
in the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn
Hopped into the for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed and ran a comb through my curls
Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on 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 on my dick, thick
Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a killa on them sticks, hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my
but some unlucky gonna be a med patient
I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't matter
if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a
to splatter the guts of with no nuts
and if you step to Suave you have to lay it down

Chorus: 2X

Verse Crime Boss

Here comes the spy, fry, get high, and get head rushed
the number one gangsta you can't or bust
so steppin is the wrong that you to come 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 take yo ass way back, cause way back way in the days
I to beat dope fiends down just get paid
Live my as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J
My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to
And nigga that's fucked all my homies are
I've been on this for ten so I'm known on corners
bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
Five-oh me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A good guy gone bad, fuckin kid
Victim of ?, that my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm servin clucker bitches
My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin
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 yard shit bout a bitch
claimin to be that bitch's but they look like dirty tricks
talkin about why did I meet hoe, fuck the hoe
charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her and go
Suckers how the fuck you think MJG was gonna slip
on the only reason you mad cause you sister pussy whip
a back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga makin
off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin
Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the she's the hoe
Now Itold you now you know, break that chain and let her go
on the track shake that ass, make my money
Make it fast, get yo head bringin me checks bitch bring me cash
yo panties, to let you start
To open mouth, slurp and slob
on this dick you, he's the trick 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
you ever 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 yo head
Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it

Chorus: 2X