Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

[Verse 1 - Meek
a brand new loft, five thousand a month
Bitch my is special, hundred dollars a blunt
Only smoke if proper, in the words of Big Poppa
his ass to the doctors, took the sacks and we shot you
Blocka-blocka-bla-blocka, warn his ass them chopper
It'll be a massacre faggot, automatic like soccer
Bottles it's popping, twenty bitches around us
I slide her the numbers, so if she hit me I count her
I canary the pinky, hit her right like
Got the club looking cloudy, for the 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 again
Notice she swallow those, drop like it on her chin
Niggas left me for dead, I'm living again
chopper 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 tonight, we born to run it
we motherfucking paid hoe (Paid hoe)
And all that cream, blow that 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)
the club we get the baddest bitch and lay low
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
After the we take the baddest bitch and lay low

[Verse 2 - Young
Maserati dipping, wrist me a chicken
Neck cost a Bentley, think I'm finna a ticket
Got a for Ferraris, and fucking bad bitches
Smoke a nigga like I'm all we know is lot of niggas
The summer's mine, Jordan 9
I came in balling on these niggas like a young
In front bitches, hit them on the lot
Came in your main hoe, your ?
It's Young Chris, eat a dick, we the
We really balling you just talking about a 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 with bacon, all these rappers be hating
Spit facts, hella facts, got me past immigrations
To my Canadian fans, had me stuck at the border
See the brighling, big Bent', I think them bastards is
Call me Hussain boy, we be off to the
And no negating Smith & leave you crusain boy
We be up in the clubs, stunting with two boy
Got it popping, niggas mad, they all up in our faces
Got them bottles Rosay, of Patron
All them chicks take shots to the
Hit right here trying to follow me
Shots to his Impala, I'm