Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

For the nigga who be talking loud and his dick
Talking shit, he lay low
For the bitch that said I some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she lay low
For the niggas who be claiming my
And ain't from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm talking
And I won't do a thing, hope so!

Lay low, move until I say so
Limo tint rolling deep like the
See I don't go to clubs, I never a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, of y'all call it chocolate
Return of the top dogg, and ain't no stopping
Whatever the case, I trying to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope, and slang
Unseen but well heard, do not
The only you alive 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster than birds, Dogg will emerge
From the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't
I bring the from the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinking goin' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck about y'all say
the "world's most dangerous group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I always these fools would trip
Hating, faking, on mine
And on the down low talking
move 'cause I refuse to lose
No matter which damn I choose
So lay low 'cause you might be
Top story on the evening
I ain't for games, so if you play 'em lay low
Lay down on the
I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do let me know
what I came fo'

Where nigga who be talking shit?
He don't around no more because I fucked his bitch
I made her my dick, while I was squeezing the tits
I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips
She tried to me cum, but I was trying to take her home
Dropped you off and you fishing on your raggedy brougham
Could of thumped you and the dog (you fag)
And don't sag too hard, you everybody your thong

We it straight to ya
From 22's to Luger's the that shoot through ya
Who you motherfuckers think the top dogg with?
The same click he with and made the game flip
Now niggas grow they hair, hope they act hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped
The is where we get our scrap on
The car drive by then you get capped on

Whats up It's P and Snoop
Dre on the beat, this ain't nothing but loot
They call me Jed for all the bread I got
But call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I keeps it real-ah, 'cause I'm all about my
The ladies love me I'm a million dollar hitta
It's, no limit til I
C-p-3, or Richmond, where I be

For the nigga who be talking loud and his dick
Talking shit, he lay low
For the bitch that I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she lay low
For the who be claiming my hood
And ain't from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be I'm just talking
And I do a thing, really hope so!