Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down, Pt2

[Music in bakground]
(Eightball we doin this shit once
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 hoes lay it

[Verse 1:
He's got his head tilted on his face is a frown
Who's that there it's Thorough bitch
So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after
Oh how I wish ya step so I could hit ya
With wicked shit and swift
As I quick, oughta flip 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 sprayed, so buster behave
My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't
I represent at all and always got my niner out
So eeease cause you marks can't hang with me
I got to much 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 got what it takes
To stop the funk mutha from freelance
Brushes up on yo skills, fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so clown
we ain't playin you hoes lay it down

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[Verse 2:
It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin the night before
So sess in my chest 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 Swisher cut it up and fill it weed, hit that hoe
In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you freak
Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as
Got dressed and ran a gold through my curls
Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on go
First I crack up the music then, hit the on my six-four
Candy paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick
But at the same time on my dick,
Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt
I'm a on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my
But my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient
I gotta uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter
Cause if I I will rat-a-tat-a
To splatter the guts of nigga with no
And if you step to Suave you 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 best to do a driveby and be prayin 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 down just 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 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
harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of?, shit that my did
These beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches
My beeper goin off, I'm thinkin 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 shit bout a bitch
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
how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna slip
On the only reason you mad cause you couldn't pussy whip
A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga 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, that chain and let her go
Back on the track shake 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 mouth, slurp and slob
On dick 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, 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 catch a plane
Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown all yo head
bitch, I'm a lay it down

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