Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down, Pt2

[Music plays in
(Eightball we doin shit once again
For you fake ass lay it the fuck down BEYITCH)

Lay it down, lay it
You lay it down
Lay it down, lay it
You lay it down

1: Thorough]
He's got his head tilted back on his face is a
Who's that nigga there Thorough bitch
So don't you clown, the sound and style, of after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would so I could hit ya
With wicked shit slick and
As I slaughter quick, oughta flip fluents
To show you how we be doin in the House federation; that 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, so gets sprayed, so buster
My flavor's deep, please peep, I soft
I represent at all cost and always got my out
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 you're a BITCH, and you ain't got it takes
To stop the mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I lackin
With my hands on my dick, my is thick so don't clown
Bitches we ain't you hoes lay it down

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[Verse 2:
It's Sunday morning, I'm 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 pussy but I remember her name G
Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it 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 comb through my curls
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 bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and liquor
I'm a on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my
But some my luck, gonna be a med patient
I nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter
Cause if I gotta I will
To splatter the of nigga with no nuts
And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it

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[Verse 3: Boss]
Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get rushed
The one gangsta you can't touch or bust
So is the wrong that you gots to come against me
You best to do a driveby and be prayin you hit me
Cause if you miss me I'm a have to draw my gat
And take yo ass way back, cause way way back in the days
I used to beat dope down just get paid
my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J
My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to
And nigga fucked all my homies are loners
I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on
With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa
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 thinkin of addin
For and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,
Or be trapped in this hole for too long
ON!

[Verse 4:
Thirty buster in yard talkin bout a bitch
Claimin to be bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks
Talkin about why did I that 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 couldn't whip
A back breakin, check takin, nigga 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 I you now you know, break that chain and let her go
Back on the track that ass, make my money
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 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
Don't you ever front me with a lame lie my bank
Oh shit, look out bitch, a bitch catch a plane
Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown all yo head
Yeah bitch, I'm a lay it

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