Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down, Pt2

[Music plays in
(Eightball we doin shit once again
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

1: Thorough]
He's got his 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 step so I hit ya
With shit slick and swift
As I slaughter quick, oughta flip fluents
To show you how we be doin in the Suave federation; that is cat
You know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at
A mack of all trades, low cut, fade
We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster
My flavor's deep, peep, I ain't soft
I at all cost and always got my niner out
So eeease back cause you can't hang with me
I got to much in me, killin ain't no thang to me
Give a nut check, and I see you place
And I say that to say a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes
To stop the funk mutha from freelance
Brushes up on yo skills, cause I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so clown
Bitches we playin you hoes lay it down

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[Verse 2:
It's morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night 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
me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe
In the head, and her get out of my bed you damn freak
into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got and ran a gold comb through my curls
Walkin out of the house slow, that hoe come on let's go
First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my
Candy paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick
But at the time on my dick, thick
Beat a 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 some my luck, gonna be a med patient
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 with no
And if you step to you will have to lay it down

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[Verse 3: Boss]
Here comes the spy, fry, get high, and get head rushed
The number one gangsta you touch or bust
So steppin is the wrong you gots to come against me
You best to do a driveby and be prayin 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 fiends down just get paid
Live my as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J
My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to
And that's fucked all my homies are loners
I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on
With and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
Five-oh me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A good guy gone bad, devious kid
Victim of?, shit that my did
These dope beats comin up, I'm servin clucker bitches
My beeper still off, I'm thinkin of addin riches
For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it on,
Or be in this hole for too motherfuckin long
ON!

[Verse 4:
Thirty buster in talkin shit bout a bitch
to be that bitch's family but they look like 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 reason you mad you sister couldn't pussy whip
A breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin
Money off you and lady, nigga I ain't tradin
Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the she's the hoe
Now that I told you now you know, break chain and let her go
Back on the track shake that ass, make my
Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch me cash
Drop yo panties, to let you
To open your mouth, slurp and
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, bring my motherfuckin hoe
Don't you ever front me 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 upside yo
Yeah bitch, I'm a lay it

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