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

[Verse 1:
He's got his tilted back on his face is a frown
Who's that there it's 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
wicked shit slick and swift
As I slaughter quick, oughta with fluents
To show you how we be doin in the Suave House that is cat
You don't know how it's comin you don't where it's at
A mack of all trades, low cut, tight
We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so behave
My deep, please peep, I ain't soft
I at all cost and always got my niner out
So eeease cause you marks can't hang with me
I got to much game in me, killin ain't no to me
Give a nut check, and I see you outta
And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you got what it takes
To the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my is thick so don't clown
Bitches we ain't playin you lay it down

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[Verse 2:
Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before
So sess 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 remember her G
Grab me cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that 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 dressed and ran a gold comb my curls
out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go
First I crack up the 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
a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a killa on sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
to let go of my frustration
But some my luck, gonna be a med patient
I gotta nine uzi AK, but shit don't really matter
if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a
To splatter the guts of nigga with no
And if you step to you will have to lay it down

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[Verse 3: Boss]
Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head
The number one gangsta you can't 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
nigga if you miss me I'm a have to draw my gat
And take yo ass way back, cause way back way in the days
I used to beat dope down just get paid
Live my life as a hustler, drugs was my only J
My moms was a hoe I had nowhere to stay
And nigga fucked all my homies are loners
been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners
With bitches and prostitutes, and killa thugs
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is slugs
A guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of?, that my momma did
dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches
My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of riches
For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it on,
Or be trapped in hole for too motherfuckin long
ON!

[Verse 4:
Thirty buster in yard talkin shit a bitch
Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look dirty tricks
Talkin why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe
the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go
Suckers how the you think that MJG was gonna slip
On the reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip
A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly
Money off you and lady, nigga I ain't tradin
Why don't you niggaz I'm the pimp she's the hoe
Now I told 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 bring 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
you ever 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'm a all upside yo head
bitch, I'm a lay it down

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