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

Verse Thorough

got his head 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 slick and swift
as I slaughter quick, oughta with fluents
to show you how we be doin in the House federation; that is cat
You don't know how 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 flavor's too deep, please peep, I ain't
I represent at all cost and got my niney on
So eeease cause 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 you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it
to stop the mutha from freelance jackin
up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
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 Two:

It's morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before
So much in my chest from the Swishers I smoke
OH NO!!!! Who is hoe in the bed with me?
I remember the but I don't remember her name G
Grab me Swisher cut it up and 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
out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go
First I crack up the music then, hit the on my six-four
Candy paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick
but at the time on my dick, thick
a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
to let go of my frustration
but unlucky nigga 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 nigga no nuts
and if you to Suave 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 or bust
so steppin is the wrong that you gots to against me
you to do a driveby 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, cause way way back in the days
I used to dope fiends down just get paid
Live my life as a hustler, drugs was my only J
My moms was a trick hoe I had to stay
And that's fucked all my homies are loners
I've been on for ten years so I'm known on corners
with bitches and prostitutes, pimps and thugs
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime is feelin slugs
A good guy gone bad, devious kid
Victim of ?, shit that my did
These dope beats up, I'm servin those clucker bitches
My beeper still goin off, I'm of addin riches
for and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,
or be in this hole for too motherfuckin long
ON!!!!

Verse MJG

buster in my yard talkin shit bout a bitch
claimin to be that bitch's family but look like dirty tricks
talkin about why did I meet hoe, fuck the hoe
charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her her shit and go
how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna slip
on the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't whip
a back breakin, check takin, pimp constantly makin
money off you and lady, nigga I ain't tradin
Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp the hoe
Now that 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 swoll bringin me checks bitch me cash
yo panties, to let you start
To open your mouth, and slob
on this you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job
you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door
Catch a cab, back to the lab, my motherfuckin money hoe
don't you ever front me 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
bitch, I'ma lay it down

Chorus: 2X