Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his
shit, he better lay low
For the bitch said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she lay low
For the niggas who be claiming my
And really ain't my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm talking
And I won't do a thing, hope so!

Lay low, nobody until I say so
Limo tint rolling deep like the
See I don't go to clubs, I chase a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the
We call it stress, some of y'all it chocolate
of the top dogg, and ain't no stopping this
Whatever the case, I trying to catch it
Lay low, big dope, and slang records
Unseen but heard, do not disturb
The reason you alive 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge
From the and go loc, you shouldn't provoke
I bring the worst the L.B.C.
Smash thinking they goin' smash on me
and Dre give a fuck about what y'all say
From the "world's most group" N.W.A.

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

Where that nigga who be shit?
He don't come around no more because I fucked his
I her suck my dick, while I was squeezing the tits
Then I hit it from the back, tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum, but I was trying to take her
Dropped you off and you fishing on your raggedy brougham
Could of 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 shit that shoot ya
Who you motherfuckers think the top bang with?
The same click he came with and made the flip
Now grow they hair, hope they staying act hard
even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard
The is where we get our scrap on
The black car by then you get capped on

Whats up pimping? P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't but loot
They call me Jed for all the bread I got
But call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I it real-ah, 'cause I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me I'm a million dollar hitta
It's, no til I d-I-e
C-p-3, or Richmond, where I be

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his
Talking shit, he lay low
For the bitch that I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she lay low
For the who be claiming my hood
And really from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm talking
And I won't do a thing, really so!