Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

[Verse 1 - Mill]
Bought a brand new loft, thousand a month
Bitch my sour is special, hundred dollars a
smoke if it's proper, in the words of Big Poppa
Rush his ass to the doctors, the sacks and we shot you
Blocka-blocka-bla-blocka, his ass with them chopper
It'll be a massacre faggot, automatic like soccer
Bottles popping popping, twenty bitches 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 club cloudy, for the love of the stinky
In a 600 Benz, a bitches they friends
And we just getting started, haters wishing we end
Brown nose on these hoes, niggas fishing
Notice she swallow with those, like it on her chin
left me for dead, bitch I'm living again
Special official, they see my vision again

[Chorus - Meek Mill & Chris]
Know a party, we see the sparkles, they coming
Standing on couches, surround us, we blunting
We travel the globe, stop in town, and run it
And you already know, cuff them hoes tonight, we 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 baddest and lay low
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
After the we get the baddest bitch and lay low
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
After the club we take the bitch and lay low

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

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