Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

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

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

Verse Thorough

He's got his head back on his face is a frown
Who's that gangsta so bitch
you clown, the sound, the style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya step so I could hit ya
With wicked slick and swift
as I slaughter quick, flip with fluents
to show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; is cat
You don't know how it's comin cause you 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 cost and always got my on
So eeease back you marks can't hang with me
I got to much in me, killin ain't no thang to me
a nut check, and I see you outta place
And I say that to say a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes
to the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brush up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't
With my hands on my dick, my is thick so don't clown
we ain't playin you hoes lay it down

Chorus: 2X

Verse Eightball

It's Sunday morning, I'm stil 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 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 her get out of my bed you damn freak
Hopped the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got and ran a gold comb through my curls
Walkin out of the house slow, that hoe come on let's go
First I up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four
Candy coated paint, got the at the bus stop sick
but at the same 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 unlucky nigga gonna be a med patient
I gotta nine uzi AK, but shit don't really matter
Cause if I gotta I will
to splatter the guts of nigga no nuts
and if you step to Suave you will have to lay it

Chorus: 2X

Verse Three: Boss

Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get rushed
the number one you can't touch or bust
so steppin is the that you gots to come against me
you best to do a and be prayin that you hit me
nigga if you miss me I'ma have to draw my gat
and take yo ass way back, way back way back in the days
I used to beat 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 fucked all my homies are loners
I've been on this for ten so I'm known on corners
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 that my did
These dope comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches
My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin
for and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,
or be trapped in this hole for too long
ON!!!!

Verse MJG

Thirty buster in my yard talkin shit a bitch
claimin to be that bitch's but they look like dirty tricks
talkin about why did I meet that hoe, the hoe
charge the hoe, the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go
Suckers how the fuck you think MJG was gonna slip
on the reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip
a back breakin, check takin, nigga constantly makin
off you and your 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 ass, make my money
Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch me cash
yo panties, to let you start
To open your mouth, slurp and
on this dick you, he's the you's a bitch, do ya job
you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door
Catch a cab, to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe
don't you front 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 clown all yo head
Yeah bitch, lay it down

Chorus: 2X