Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

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

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

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

[Verse 3 -
It's the makie bacon, all these rappers be hating
Spit facts, hella facts, got me past immigrations
To my Canadian fans, they had me at the border
See the brighling, big Bent', I think bastards is rascist
Call me Hussain boy, we be off to the
And no negating & 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 bottles Rosay, of Patron
All them take shots to the dome
Hit right here trying to follow me
Shots to his Impala, I'm