Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

For the nigga who be talking loud and his dick
Talking shit, he lay low
For the bitch that said I shot shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she lay low
For the who be claiming my hood
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
tint rolling deep like the president
See I go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (bitch)
I'm to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of call it chocolate
Return of the top dogg, and ain't no stopping
Whatever the case, I trying to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope, and slang
Unseen but heard, do not disturb
The reason you alive 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge
From the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't
I bring the from the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinking they goin' on me
Snoop and Dre give a about what y'all say
From the "world's most group" N.W.A.

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

Where that who be talking shit?
He come around no more because I fucked his bitch
I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezing the
Then I hit it from the back, gripped 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 thumped you and the dog (you fag)
And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your

We bring it to ya
From 22's to Luger's the shit shoot through ya
Who you motherfuckers think the top dogg with?
The same he came with and made the game flip
Now niggas they hair, hope they staying act hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get hard
The backyard is we get our scrap on
The black car drive by you get capped on

Whats up pimping? It's P and
Dre on the beat, this ain't nothing but loot
They call me Jed Clampett for all the I got
But they call me Clinton for all the head I got
I it real-ah, 'cause I'm all about my scrilla
The love me 'cause I'm a million dollar hitta
It's, no til I d-I-e
C-p-3, or Richmond, where I be

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