Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down, Pt2

[Music plays in
(Eightball we doin this once again
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

1: Thorough]
He's got his head tilted on his face is a frown
that nigga there it's Thorough bitch
So don't you clown, the and style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya step so I could hit ya
With wicked shit slick and
As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with
To show you how we be doin in the Suave 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, fade
We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster
My flavor's deep, please peep, I soft
I represent at all cost and got my niner out
So eeease back cause you marks hang with me
I got to much game in me, killin ain't no 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 mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is so don't clown
Bitches we playin you hoes lay it down

x2]

[Verse 2:
It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night
So much in my chest from the Swishers I smoke
OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed me?
I remember the pussy but I don't her name G
me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe
In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn
Hopped the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my
Walkin out of the house slow, tellin hoe come on let's go
I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four
Candy paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick
But at the same time on my dick,
Beat a quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a killa on them sticks, hallucinatin
to let go of my frustration
But some my luck, nigga gonna be a med
I gotta nine uzi AK, but shit don't really matter
if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a
To the guts of nigga with no nuts
And if you step to Suave you will to lay it down

x2]

[Verse 3: Boss]
Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get rushed
The number one gangsta you can't touch or
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 me I'm a have to draw 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 trick hoe I had 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, pimps and killa
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is slugs
A good guy bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of?, shit my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm those clucker bitches
My still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches
For and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,
Or be trapped in this for too motherfuckin long
ON!

[Verse 4:
Thirty in yard talkin shit bout a bitch
Claimin to be bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks
Talkin 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 you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip
A breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin
Money off you and your lady, I ain't tradin
Why you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe
Now that I told you now you know, that chain and let her go
Back on the track shake that ass, make my
Make it fast, get yo swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash
Drop yo panties, to let you
To your mouth, slurp 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, bring my motherfuckin hoe
Don't you ever front me with a 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'm a all upside yo head
Yeah bitch, I'm a lay it

x2]