Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

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

Lay low, move until I say so
Limo tint deep 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 ain't no this
Whatever the case, I ain't trying to it
Lay low, big dope, and slang records
but well heard, do not disturb
The only reason you alive I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will
the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke
I bring the from the L.B.C.
Smash thinking they goin' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck what y'all say
From the "world's most group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I always knew these would trip
Hating, faking, on mine
And on the down low shit
Best move 'cause I refuse to
No which damn road I choose
So lay low 'cause you might be
Top story on the evening
I ain't for games, so if you wanna 'em lay low
Lay on the floor
I'm in a rage, so if we do this let me know
That's I came fo'

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

We bring it to ya
From 22's to Luger's the that shoot through ya
Who you motherfuckers think the top bang with?
The same click he with 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 where we get our on
The black car by then you get capped on

up pimping? It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't but loot
They call me Jed for all the bread I got
But call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I it real-ah, 'cause I'm all about my scrilla
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 and holding his dick
shit, he better 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 my hood
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, really so!