Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

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

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

Verse One:

He's got his head tilted back on his face is a
that nigga gangsta so bitch
Don't you clown, the sound, the style, of after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would so I could hit ya
With wicked shit slick and
as I slaughter quick, flip with fluents
to show you how we be in the Suave House federation; that is cat
You know how it's 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 buster
My flavor's too deep, please peep, I ain't
I represent at all cost and got my niney on
So eeease back you marks can't hang with me
I got to much game in me, killin no thang to me
Give a nut check, and I see you place
And I say that to say a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes
to stop the funk from freelance jackin
Brush up on yo skills, cause I ain't lackin
my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown
bitches we playin you hoes lay it down

Chorus: 2X

Verse Two:

Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before
So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I
OH NO!!!! Who is hoe in the bed with me?
I the pussy but I don't remember her name 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 freak
into 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, tellin that hoe 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 sick
but at the time on my dick, thick
Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of and malt liquor
I'm a killa on them sticks, hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my
but unlucky nigga gonna be a med patient
I gotta nine uzi AK, but shit don't really matter
Cause if I I will rat-a-tat-a
to splatter the guts of nigga with no
and if you to Suave you will have to lay it down

repeat 2X

Verse Crime Boss

Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head
the number one gangsta you touch or bust
so steppin is the that you gots to come against me
you to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me
Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to my gat
and yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days
I used to beat dope fiends down get paid
Live my as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J
My moms was a hoe I had nowhere to stay
And that's fucked all my homies are loners
I've been on this for ten so I'm known on corners
with bitches and prostitutes, and killa thugs
Five-oh me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of ?, that my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm those clucker bitches
My beeper still off, I'm thinkin of addin riches
for dollars and sense, see I have it goin on,
or be in this hole for too motherfuckin long
ON!!!!

Verse MJG

Thirty buster in my yard shit bout a bitch
to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks
talkin about why did I that hoe, fuck the hoe
the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go
Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna
on the only reason you mad you sister couldn't pussy whip
a back breakin, takin, pimp nigga constantly makin
money off you and your lady, nigga I tradin
Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the she's 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 bring me
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
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 ever front me with a lame lie my bank
Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a catch a plane
Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma all upside yo head
Yeah bitch, lay it down

repeat 2X