Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

[Verse 1 - Meek
Bought a brand new loft, five a month
Bitch my sour is special, hundred a blunt
Only if it's proper, in the words of Big Poppa
Rush his ass to the doctors, took the sacks and we you
Blocka-blocka-bla-blocka, his ass with them chopper
It'll be a massacre faggot, automatic kicking like
Bottles popping it's popping, twenty around us
I just her the numbers, so if she hit me I count her
I canary the pinky, hit her right like
Got the looking cloudy, for the love of the stinky
In a 600 Benz, a bitches they friends
And we just started, these haters wishing we end
Brown nose on these hoes, niggas fishing
she swallow with those, drop like it on her chin
Niggas left me for dead, I'm living again
chopper official, they see my vision again

[Chorus - Mill & Young Chris]
Know a party, we see the sparkles, they coming
Standing on couches, bitches us, we blunting
We travel the globe, in your town, and run it
And you already know, cuff them tonight, we born to run it
we motherfucking paid hoe (Paid hoe)
And all that cream, blow that paper like the hoe
Life's a beach, I'm in the sun with my
After the club we take the bitch and lay low
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
After the club we get the baddest and lay low
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
After the club we take the baddest and lay low

2 - Young Chris]
Maserati dipping, cost me a chicken
Neck a Bentley, think I'm finna have a ticket
Got a for Ferraris, and fucking bad bitches
Smoke a nigga like I'm all we know is lot of niggas
The mine, Jordan number 9
I in balling on these niggas like a young LeBron
In front bitches, hit them on the lot
Came in with your main hoe, ?
It's Chris, eat a dick, we the shit
We really you just talking about a Stephen Smith
I let my do the talking, I just plead the fifth
I'm on my Metro, just call me if you need a

[Verse 3 -
It's the makie bacon, all these rappers be hating
hella facts, hella facts, got me past immigrations
To my Canadian fans, had me stuck at the border
See the brighling, big Bent', I think bastards is rascist
me Hussain boy, we be off to the races
And no Smith & Wesson leave you crusain boy
We be up in the clubs, with two chains boy
Got it popping, niggas mad, bitches all up in our faces
Got them Rosay, shots of Patron
All them chicks take to the dome
Hit right here to follow me home
Shots to his Impala, I'm