Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

Verse 1 -

In the rain the beat, stashed with the heat,
smashed in the seat, sinking and thinking know the way I rhyme,
I'm a raw shined up, flossed out up,
get your wife good and ball it out your time up.
Want to him quick?, put him in a filthy ditch,
be filthy rich, over a filthy bitch.
for the flows,
wouldn't be no hoes jocking and breaking their 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 come through it up,
fight, threw it up,
terrorize the future, truly one who was us.
No question we'll glocks in fast cars,
in Nascars, couple of bad brahs.
We got a few with us, 50 trust,
you bitches hit the bus, you ease 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 on fucking with Game,
Mr. Yayo.
You niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my chain,
I the po-po.

Verse 2 -

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

- The Game

I heard another nigga from that G-Unit talking shit,
she's Yayo,
and kicked 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 on fucking with Game,
Mr. Yayo.
You niggas snitches the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain,
I the po-po.

Verse 3 - The

Drive-by, violator in the coupe,
town outside, ain't nobody to shoot.
They me Noman for all the heads I shot,
they call you evidence for all the dime's y'all dropped.
love cause I'm a million dollar killa,
got banana clips for you so gorillas.
G-Unit cap till I D I E,
you for me, Southern Cali is where I be.

- The Game

I heard another nigga from that 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 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.