Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down, Pt2

[Music in bakground]
(Eightball we doin shit once again
For you fake ass lay it the fuck down BEYITCH)

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

[Verse 1:
He's got his head tilted back on his is a frown
Who's that nigga there it's bitch
So don't you clown, the and style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I ya would step so I could hit ya
With wicked slick and swift
As I slaughter quick, oughta flip fluents
To show you how we be doin in the House 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 sprayed, so buster behave
My flavor's deep, please peep, I 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, ain't no thang 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 freelance
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't
my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't 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 from the Swishers I smoke
OH NO! Who is hoe in the bed with me?
I remember the pussy but I don't remember her 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 dressed and ran a comb through my curls
Walkin out of the house slow, that hoe come on let's go
I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four
Candy coated paint, got the at the bus stop sick
But at the time on my dick, thick
Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt
I'm a on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my
But some my luck, nigga be a med patient
I gotta nine uzi AK, but shit don't really matter
Cause if I gotta I will
To splatter the of nigga with no nuts
And if you step to Suave you will to lay it down

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[Verse 3: Boss]
Here the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed
The one gangsta you can't touch or bust
So steppin is the wrong that you gots to against me
You best to do a driveby and be that you hit me
Cause nigga if you miss me I'm a to draw my gat
And take yo ass way back, cause way back way in the days
I used to beat dope fiends down just get
my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only 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 known on
With and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of?, shit that my did
These dope beats up, I'm servin those clucker 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 long
ON!

[Verse 4:
Thirty buster in yard talkin shit a bitch
Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like tricks
Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, the hoe
the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go
Suckers how the you think that MJG was gonna slip
On the only reason you mad cause you sister pussy whip
A back breakin, check takin, nigga constantly makin
Money off you and your lady, nigga I 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
on the track shake that ass, make my money
Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me bitch bring me cash
Drop yo panties, to let you
To open mouth, slurp and slob
On this dick you, he's the trick 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 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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