Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

For the nigga who be talking and holding 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 my hood
And really ain't 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 rolling deep like the president
See I go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to bang that shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all it chocolate
Return of the top dogg, and ain't no stopping
Whatever the case, I ain't to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope, and slang
but well heard, do not disturb
The only reason you 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will
From the smoke and go loc, you provoke
I the worst from the L.B.C.
motherfuckers thinking they goin' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what 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 talking
Best 'cause I refuse to lose
No matter which damn road I
So lay low 'cause you be bruised
Top on the evening news
I ain't for games, so if you wanna 'em lay low
Lay on the floor
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 around no more 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 raggedy brougham
Could of you and the dog (you little fag)
And don't sag too hard, you show everybody thong

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

up pimping? It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, ain't nothing but loot
call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got
But they call me Bill for all the head I got
I keeps it real-ah, I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me 'cause I'm a dollar hitta
It's, no til I d-I-e
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 said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she lay low
For the who be claiming my hood
And really ain't my gang, better lay low
I hope he be thinking I'm just talking
And I won't do a thing, hope so!