Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down, Pt2

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

[Verse 1:
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 after
Oh how I wish ya would step so I hit ya
With wicked slick and swift
As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with
To you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat
You know 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 flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't
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 you're a BITCH, and you got what it takes
To stop the funk mutha from jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't
Bitches we playin you hoes lay it down

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[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 but I don't remember 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 shower for an hour, it was hot as
Got and ran a gold 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
Candy coated paint, got the at the bus stop sick
But at the same time on my dick,
a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a killa on them sticks, hallucinatin
to let go of my frustration
But some my luck, nigga gonna be a med
I gotta uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter
if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a
To splatter the guts of nigga no nuts
And if you to Suave you will have to lay it down

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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 wrong that you to come against me
You to do a driveby and be prayin that 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 in the days
I to beat dope fiends down just get paid
my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J
My moms was a hoe I had nowhere to stay
And nigga that's fucked all my homies are
I've been on this for ten years so I'm on corners
With and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime is feelin slugs
A good guy gone bad, devious kid
of?, shit that my momma did
These dope beats up, I'm servin those clucker bitches
My beeper goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches
For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it on,
Or be trapped in this hole for too motherfuckin
ON!

[Verse 4:
buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch
Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look dirty tricks
Talkin about why did I that hoe, fuck the hoe
Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her her shit and go
Suckers how the fuck you think MJG was gonna slip
On the only you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip
A breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin
Money off you and your lady, nigga I tradin
Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp the hoe
Now that I told you now you know, break that and let her go
Back on the shake that ass, make my money
Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks 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
you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door
Catch a cab, back to the lab, my motherfuckin money hoe
Don't you front me with a lame lie about my bank
Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch a plane
Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown all yo head
Yeah bitch, I'm a lay it

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