Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down, Pt2

[Music in bakground]
(Eightball we doin shit 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 lay it down

[Verse 1:
He's got his head back on his face is a frown
Who's that nigga there it's Thorough
So you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would 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 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 sprayed, so buster behave
My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't
I represent at all cost and always got my out
So eeease back cause you can't hang with me
I got to much game in me, ain't 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 got what it takes
To stop the funk mutha freelance jackin
up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't
Bitches we ain't playin you lay it down

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[Verse 2:
It's Sunday morning, I'm yawnin from the night before
So sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke
OH NO! Who is hoe in the bed with me?
I remember the pussy but I don't her name G
Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit hoe
In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you freak
Hopped into the for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed and ran a comb through 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
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 on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
to let go of my frustration
But some my luck, nigga gonna be a med
I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit really matter
Cause if I gotta I rat-a-tat-a
To splatter the guts of with no nuts
And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it

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[Verse 3: Crime
comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed
The number one gangsta you touch or bust
So steppin is the that you gots to come against me
You best to do a driveby and be prayin 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 back in the
I used to beat dope fiends down get paid
Live my life as a hustler, drugs was my only J
My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to
And nigga that's all my homies are loners
I've on this for ten years so I'm known on corners
bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
Five-oh me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid
of?, shit that my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker
My beeper still off, I'm thinkin of addin riches
For and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,
Or be trapped in hole for too motherfuckin long
ON!

[Verse 4:
Thirty buster in talkin shit bout a bitch
Claimin to be that bitch's but they look like dirty tricks
Talkin about why did I that hoe, fuck the hoe
the hoe, break 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 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 I'm the pimp she's the hoe
Now that I you now you know, break that chain and let her go
Back on the track shake that ass, my money
Make it fast, get yo head swoll me checks bitch bring me cash
Drop yo panties, to let you
To your mouth, slurp and slob
On this dick you, the trick you's a bitch, do ya job
you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door
Catch a cab, to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe
Don't you 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 clown all upside yo
Yeah bitch, I'm a lay it

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