Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

Verse 1 -

In the rain the beat, stashed with the heat,
in the seat, sinking and thinking ya'll know the way I rhyme,
I'm a raw shined up, out rhymed up,
get your wife good and ball it out till 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, soldiers on lock-n-load,
and come through shoot it up,
fight, threw it up,
terrorize the future, truly one who was us.
No we'll bust glocks in fast cars,
in Nascars, couple of bad brahs.
We got a few us, none 50 trust,
you bitches hit the bus, you ease up.

- The Game

I heard another nigga from G-Unit click talking shit,
she's 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 snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain,
I the po-po.

2 - Techniec

You rap guys stick to rap,
cause colliding 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 of the stage with a gauge and 4 4 long deuce-deuce in his pants.
So just fall back, nigga I could lose you for a grand,
no gunpowder, in the hand.
They want to see Tech fly, they rather see in the can,
I grams, till 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!

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 with Game,
Mr. Yayo.
You niggas snitches that's the reason I out my G-Unit chain,
I the po-po.

3 - The Game

Drive-by, in the Bentley coupe,
ghost town outside, nobody to shoot.
call me Noman for all the heads I shot,
they call you state for all the dime's y'all dropped.
love cause I'm a million dollar killa,
got banana for you so called gorillas.
G-Unit cap till I D I E,
you looking for me, Southern Cali is I be.

Chorus - The

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