Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down, Pt2

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

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

[Verse 1:
He's got his head tilted back on his face is a
Who's that nigga there Thorough bitch
So you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya step so I could hit ya
With wicked shit and swift
As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with
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 of all trades, low cut, tight fade
We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster
My deep, please peep, I ain't soft
I represent at all cost and got my niner out
So eeease back you marks can't hang with me
I got to game in me, killin ain't 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 what it
To stop the funk mutha from freelance
Brushes up on yo skills, cause I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so clown
Bitches we ain't you hoes lay it down

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[Verse 2:
Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before
So much sess in my from the Swishers 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 damn
Hopped the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my
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
coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick
But at the same time on my dick,
Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, 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
Cause if I gotta I rat-a-tat-a
To the guts of nigga with no nuts
And if you step to Suave you will to lay it down

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[Verse 3: Boss]
Here comes the spy, fry, get high, and get head rushed
The number one gangsta you touch or bust
So steppin is the wrong that you to come against me
You to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me
Cause 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 fiends just get paid
my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J
My moms was a trick hoe I had to stay
And nigga that's fucked all my are loners
been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners
With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa
Five-oh harrassin me, so Boss is feelin slugs
A good guy gone bad, fuckin kid
of?, shit that my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm servin clucker bitches
My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin
For dollars and sense, see I have it goin on,
Or be trapped in this for too motherfuckin long
ON!

[Verse 4:
buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch
Claimin to be that family but they look like dirty tricks
Talkin about why did I meet hoe, fuck the hoe
Charge the hoe, the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go
how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna slip
On the only you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip
A back breakin, check takin, pimp constantly makin
off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin
Why you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe
Now that I told you now you know, break 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 open your mouth, slurp and
On dick 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 lame lie 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 clown all upside yo
bitch, I'm a lay it down

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