Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down, Pt2

[Music plays in
(Eightball we doin this shit again
For you ass niggaz lay it the fuck down 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 that nigga it's Thorough bitch
So don't you clown, the and style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would so I could hit ya
With wicked slick and swift
As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with
To show you how we be doin in the Suave House that is cat
You don't know how it's 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 hang with 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 funk from freelance jackin
up on yo skills, cause 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 night
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 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 into the for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got and ran a gold comb through my curls
Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on go
First I crack up the then, hit the switch 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, of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
to let go of my frustration
But some my luck, nigga 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 with no nuts
And if you step to Suave you will to lay it down

x2]

[Verse 3: Crime
comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed
The number one you can't touch or bust
So steppin is the wrong that you gots to against me
You to do a driveby 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, cause way way back in the days
I used to beat dope fiends down get paid
Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my J
My was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay
And nigga that's fucked all my are loners
I've been on this for ten years so I'm on corners
With bitches and prostitutes, and killa thugs
Five-oh harrassin me, so Boss is feelin slugs
A good guy bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of?, that my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker
My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of riches
For dollars and sense, see I gotta it goin on,
Or be in this hole for too motherfuckin long
ON!

[Verse 4:
Thirty in yard talkin 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 inside her and go
Suckers how the fuck you that MJG was gonna slip
On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy
A back breakin, takin, pimp nigga constantly makin
Money off you and your lady, I ain't tradin
Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the she's the hoe
Now that I you now you know, break that chain and let her go
Back on the shake that ass, make my money
it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash
Drop yo panties, to let you
To open your mouth, slurp and
On this dick you, he's the 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 me with a lame lie about my bank
Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a
Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a all upside yo head
bitch, I'm a lay it down

x2]