Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

For the nigga who be loud and holding his dick
Talking shit, he lay low
For the that 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 my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm just
And I do a thing, really hope so!

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

Our rise, it was no
I always knew these fools trip
Hating, faking, on mine
And on the low talking shit
Best move 'cause I to lose
No matter which damn I choose
So lay low you might be bruised
Top story on the evening
I for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low
Lay down on the
I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do let me know
That's I came fo'

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

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

Whats up pimping? It's P and
With Dre on the beat, this 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, I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies me 'cause I'm a million dollar hitta
It's, no limit til I
C-p-3, or Richmond, Cali's I be

For the nigga who be loud and holding 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 niggas who be claiming my
And really ain't from my gang, lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm talking
And I won't do a thing, really so!