Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

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

Lay low, move until I say so
Limo tint rolling deep the president
See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a (bitch)
I'm here to bang gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all call it
Return of the top dogg, and no stopping this
Whatever the case, I ain't trying to it
Lay low, big dope, and slang records
but well heard, do not disturb
The reason you alive 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge
From the and go loc, you shouldn't provoke
I the worst from the L.B.C.
Smash thinking they goin' smash on me
Snoop and Dre a fuck about what y'all say
From the "world's most group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I always knew these fools would
Hating, faking, scheming on
And on the down low shit
Best move 'cause I refuse to
No matter which road I choose
So lay low you might be bruised
Top story on the news
I ain't for games, so if you wanna '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 that who be talking shit?
He don't come around no because I fucked his bitch
I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezing the
Then I hit it from the back, tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum, but I was to take her home
Dropped you off and seen you fishing on your brougham
Could of you and the dog (you little fag)
And don't sag too hard, you everybody your thong

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

Whats up pimping? It's P and
With Dre on the beat, this nothing but loot
They call me Jed Clampett for all the I got
But they me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I keeps it real-ah, 'cause I'm all my scrilla
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 holding his
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 really ain't from my gang, lay low
I hope he be thinking I'm just talking
And I won't do a thing, really so!