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 is a frown
Who's that there it's Thorough bitch
So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would so I could hit ya
wicked shit slick and swift
As I slaughter quick, flip with fluents
To you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat
You don't know how it's comin cause you don't it's at
A of all trades, low cut, tight fade
We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster
My flavor's deep, peep, I ain't soft
I at all cost and always got my niner out
So back cause you marks can't hang with me
I got to game in me, killin 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 ain't got what it
To the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't
With my hands on my dick, my click is 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 much sess in my chest 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 the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed and ran a gold comb my curls
Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on go
I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four
Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus sick
But at the same time on my dick,
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 some my luck, gonna be a med patient
I gotta 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 you will have to lay it down

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[Verse 3: Boss]
comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed
The number one gangsta you touch or bust
So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come me
You best to do a and be prayin that you hit me
Cause nigga if you me I'm a have to draw my gat
And take yo ass way back, way back way back in the days
I to beat dope fiends down just get paid
Live my as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J
My was a trick 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, pimps and killa
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is slugs
A good guy bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of?, shit that my did
These dope beats up, I'm servin those clucker bitches
My beeper still goin off, I'm of addin riches
For dollars and sense, see I gotta it goin on,
Or be trapped in this hole for too long
ON!

[Verse 4:
Thirty buster in talkin shit bout a bitch
Claimin to be that bitch's family but they like dirty tricks
Talkin why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe
Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her 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, nigga constantly makin
Money off you and your lady, nigga I tradin
Why don't you niggaz I'm the pimp she's the hoe
Now that I told you now you know, break that 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
yo panties, to let you start
To open your mouth, and slob
On this dick you, the trick you's a bitch, do ya job
When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the
a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe
Don't you ever me with a lame lie about my bank
Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch a plane
hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown all upside yo head
Yeah bitch, I'm a lay it

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