Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down, Pt2

[Music plays in
(Eightball we doin this shit once
For you fake ass niggaz lay it the down BEYITCH)

Lay it down, lay it
You lay it down
Lay it down, lay it
You hoes lay it

[Verse 1:
got his head tilted back on his face is a frown
Who's that there 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 shit slick and swift
As I quick, oughta 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 you don't where it's at
A of all trades, low cut, tight fade
We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so behave
My flavor's deep, please peep, I soft
I represent at all cost and 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
Give a nut check, and I see you 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, cause fool I lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so clown
Bitches we ain't you hoes 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 from the 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 it with weed, hit that hoe
In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn
Hopped the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed and ran a comb through my curls
Walkin out of the slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go
First I up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four
Candy coated paint, got the at the bus stop sick
But at the same time on my dick,
Beat a bitch I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a killa on sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
to let go of my frustration
But some my luck, nigga gonna be a med
I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't matter
Cause if I gotta I 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
Here comes the spy, fry, get high, and get head rushed
The number one gangsta you can't touch or
So is the wrong that you gots to come against me
You to do a driveby and be prayin that 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 back in the
I to beat dope fiends down just 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 fucked all my homies are loners
I've on this for ten years so I'm known on corners
bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin
A guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of?, shit 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 have it on,
Or be trapped in this hole for too long
ON!

[Verse 4:
Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a
Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty
Talkin about why did I meet hoe, fuck the hoe
Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her her shit and go
Suckers how the fuck you that MJG was gonna slip
On the reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip
A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly
Money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't
Why you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe
Now I told you now you know, break that chain and let her go
Back on the shake that ass, make my money
Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch me cash
yo panties, to let you start
To your mouth, slurp and slob
On this dick you, he's the 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 front me with a lame lie 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 clown all upside yo
bitch, I'm a lay it down

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