Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down, Pt2

[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 lay it down

1: Thorough]
He's got his head tilted back on his face is a
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 step so I could hit ya
With shit slick and swift
As I slaughter quick, flip with fluents
To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; is cat
You don't know how it's comin you don't where it's at
A of all trades, low cut, tight fade
We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so behave
My flavor's deep, please peep, I soft
I represent at all cost and always got my out
So back cause you marks can't hang with me
I got to much game in me, killin 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 funk mutha freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is so don't clown
Bitches we playin you hoes lay it down

x2]

2: Eightball]
It's morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before
So much sess in my chest from the I smoke
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 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 music then, hit the on my six-four
Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop
But at the same on my dick, thick
Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt
I'm a killa on them sticks, hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my
But my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient
I nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter
Cause if I gotta I rat-a-tat-a
To splatter the guts of nigga with no
And if you step to Suave you have to lay it down

x2]

[Verse 3: Boss]
Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head
The number one gangsta you can't touch or
So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come me
You to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me
Cause nigga if you miss me I'm a to draw my gat
And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the
I used to beat dope fiends down get paid
my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J
My was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay
And nigga that's all my homies are loners
I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on
With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and thugs
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is slugs
A good guy gone bad, fuckin kid
Victim of?, shit my momma 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 trapped in this hole for too motherfuckin
ON!

[Verse 4:
Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a
Claimin to be bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks
about why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe
Charge the hoe, the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go
Suckers how the fuck you think MJG was gonna slip
On the only reason you mad you sister couldn't pussy whip
A breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin
Money off you and lady, nigga I ain't tradin
Why don't you 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 shake that ass, make my money
Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me
Drop yo panties, to let you
To open your mouth, and slob
On this you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job
When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the
Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my money hoe
Don't you ever front me a lame lie about my bank
Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch a plane
Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown all upside yo
bitch, I'm a lay it down

x2]