Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

[Verse 1 - Mill]
Bought a new loft, five thousand a month
my sour is special, hundred dollars a blunt
Only smoke if it's proper, in the words of Big
Rush his ass to the doctors, took the sacks and we you
Blocka-blocka-bla-blocka, warn his ass them chopper
It'll be a faggot, automatic kicking like soccer
Bottles it's 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 like
Got the looking cloudy, for the love of the stinky
In a 600 Benz, a couple bitches friends
And we just getting started, these haters we end
Brown nose on these hoes, niggas again
she swallow with those, drop like it on her chin
Niggas me for dead, bitch I'm living again
Special chopper official, see my vision again

[Chorus - Meek & Young 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
we motherfucking 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
the club we take the baddest 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, wrist me a chicken
Neck cost a Bentley, think I'm finna a ticket
Got a fetish for Ferraris, and bad bitches
a nigga like I'm Marley all we know is lot of niggas
The summer's mine, Jordan 9
I came in balling on niggas like a young LeBron
In front them bitches, hit on the lot
in with your 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 plead the fifth
I'm on my Metro, just call me if you a brick

[Verse 3 -
It's the makie with bacon, all these rappers be
Spit hella facts, facts, got me past immigrations
To my fans, they had me stuck 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, stunting with two boy
Got it popping, niggas mad, they bitches all up in our
Got them Rosay, shots of Patron
All them chicks take to the dome
Hit right here trying to me home
to his Impala, I'm gone