Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

Verse 1 -

In the rain with the beat, stashed the heat,
smashed in the seat, sinking and thinking ya'll the way I rhyme,
I'm a raw shined up, out rhymed up,
get your wife good and it out till your time up.
Want to kill him quick?, put him in a ditch,
be filthy rich, over a filthy bitch.
for the flows,
wouldn't be no hoes and breaking their necks to get your's,
so I suppose, rockin' show, hoes,
flockin, I'm dough, I control,
rock-n-roll, with on lock-n-load,
and they through shoot it up,
fist fight, it up,
terrorize the future, number one who was us.
No we'll bust glocks in fast cars,
blocks in Nascars, of bad brahs.
We got a few us, none 50 trust,
you bitches hit the bus, you niggas up.

Chorus - The

I heard another nigga from that G-Unit talking shit,
Tony Yayo,
and they him out the house that's the reason why he running his lips,
on 50's payroll.
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking Game,
Mr. Yayo.
You niggas snitches that's the reason I out my G-Unit chain,
I the po-po.

Verse 2 -

You rap better stick to rap,
cause colliding hood niggas that spit it
will get you so call clapped.
And you'll think the fans,
but my niggas got the M 1 Sixes, get in the stands,
Techniec on the side of the stage with a gauge and 4 4 long in his pants.
So I'ma fall back, nigga I could lose you for a grand,
no gunpowder, in the hand.
They want to see Tech fly, they see Tech in the can,
I grams, till the check in the hand,
the Tec in the hand, respect my demand,
or I'll find your set in a jam the Tec will go blam!

Chorus - The

I heard nigga from that G-Unit click talking shit,
Tony Yayo,
and kicked him out the house that's the reason why he running his lips,
he's on payroll.
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking Game,
Mr. Yayo.
You niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my chain,
I the po-po.

3 - The Game

Drive-by, in the Bentley coupe,
ghost town outside, ain't to shoot.
They me Noman for all the heads I shot,
they call you state for all the dime's y'all dropped.
Real love cause I'm a dollar killa,
got banana clips for you so gorillas.
G-Unit cap peeling I D I E,
you for me, Southern Cali is where I be.

- The Game

I heard another from that G-Unit click talking shit,
she's Yayo,
and they him out the house that's the reason why he running his lips,
he's on payroll.
You to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking with Game,
Mr. Yayo.
You niggas snitches the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain,
I the po-po.