Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down, Pt2

[Music in bakground]
(Eightball we this shit once 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

1: Thorough]
He's got his head back on his face is a frown
Who's nigga there it's Thorough bitch
So don't you clown, the and style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would step so I hit ya
With shit slick and swift
As I slaughter quick, oughta with fluents
To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; is cat
You don't 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 and always got my niner out
So eeease back cause you marks can't hang me
I got to much game in me, killin ain't no to me
a nut check, and I see you outta place
And I say that to say a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes
To stop the mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so clown
Bitches we ain't playin you lay it down

x2]

[Verse 2:
It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the before
So much sess in my chest 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 her get out of my bed you damn freak
Hopped the shower 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 music then, hit the on my six-four
coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick
But at the same on my dick, thick
a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a killa on sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my
But my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient
I gotta nine uzi AK, but that don't really matter
Cause if I gotta I rat-a-tat-a
To splatter the guts of nigga no nuts
And if you step to Suave you will to lay it down

x2]

[Verse 3: Boss]
comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed
The one gangsta you can't touch or bust
So is the wrong that you gots to come against me
You best to do a driveby and be that you hit me
Cause nigga if you miss me I'm a have to my gat
And yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days
I used to beat dope down 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 fucked all my homies are loners
I've been on this for ten so I'm known on corners
bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
Five-oh me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A good guy bad, devious fuckin kid
of?, shit that my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those bitches
My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin
For dollars and sense, see I gotta 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 that bitch's but they look like dirty tricks
about why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe
Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her her shit and go
Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG was slip
On the only you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip
A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga makin
Money off you and your lady, I ain't tradin
Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp the hoe
Now I told 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 bringin me checks bitch bring me
yo panties, to let you start
To your mouth, slurp and slob
On this 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 money hoe
you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank
Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a catch 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

x2]