Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

For the who be talking loud and holding his dick
Talking shit, he lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my
Now she sick, she lay low
For the who be claiming 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, nobody until I say so
tint rolling 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 to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope, and records
Unseen but well heard, do not
The reason you alive 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will
From the and go loc, you shouldn't provoke
I bring the from the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinking they smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck about y'all say
From the "world's dangerous group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I always these fools would trip
Hating, faking, on mine
And on the down low talking
move 'cause I refuse to lose
No which damn road I choose
So lay low 'cause you might be
Top story on the news
I ain't for games, so if you play 'em lay low
Lay on the floor
I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do let me know
what I came fo'

Where that nigga who be 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, gripped tight on hips
She tried to make me cum, but I was trying to take her
Dropped you off and seen you on your raggedy brougham
of thumped you and the dog (you little fag)
And don't sag too hard, you everybody your thong

We it straight to ya
From 22's to Luger's the that shoot through ya
Who you motherfuckers the top dogg bang with?
The click he came with and made the game flip
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 you get capped 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 call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I keeps it real-ah, 'cause I'm all 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
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 who be claiming my hood
And ain't 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!