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 shot shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she lay low
For the niggas who be my hood
And ain't from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be I'm just talking
And I won't do a thing, really so!

Lay low, nobody move I say so
Limo tint rolling like the president
See I don't go to clubs, I never a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the
We call it stress, some of call it chocolate
Return of the top dogg, and no stopping this
Whatever the case, I ain't trying to it
Lay low, blow big dope, and records
Unseen but heard, do not disturb
The only you alive 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge
From the smoke and go loc, you provoke
I bring the worst the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinking they goin' on me
and Dre give a fuck about what y'all say
From the "world's dangerous group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I always knew these would trip
Hating, faking, on mine
And on the down low talking
Best 'cause I refuse to lose
No matter which damn I choose
So lay low you might be bruised
Top story on the news
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
That's what I fo'

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

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

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

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