Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

Verse 1 -

In the rain with the beat, with 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 good and ball it out till your time up.
Want to him quick?, put him in a filthy ditch,
rather be 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, truly one who was us.
No question bust glocks in fast cars,
blocks in Nascars, of bad brahs.
We got a few with us, 50 trust,
you bitches hit the bus, you ease up.

- The Game

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

2 - Techniec

You rap guys better to rap,
cause colliding with hood niggas that 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 deuce-deuce in his pants.
So I'ma just fall back, nigga I lose you for a grand,
no gunpowder, in the hand.
They want to see Tech fly, they rather see in the can,
I spit grams, the check in the hand,
the Tec in the hand, respect my demand,
or find your set in a jam when the Tec will go blam!

- The Game

I heard another from that G-Unit click talking shit,
she's Yayo,
and they kicked him out the house 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 I threw out my G-Unit chain,
I the po-po.

3 - The Game

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

- The Game

I heard another nigga that G-Unit click talking shit,
she's Yayo,
and they kicked him out the house that's the 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 the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain,
I the po-po.