Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

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

Lay low, move until I say so
Limo tint rolling deep like the
See I don't go to clubs, I chase a bitch (bitch)
I'm to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate
of the top dogg, and ain't no stopping this
Whatever the case, I ain't to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope, and records
but well heard, do not disturb
The only reason you alive 'cause I ain't the word
I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will
From the and go loc, you shouldn't provoke
I the worst from the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinking goin' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck what y'all say
From the "world's dangerous group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I always knew these would trip
Hating, faking, scheming on
And on the low talking shit
Best move 'cause I to lose
No matter which damn road I
So lay low 'cause you be bruised
Top story on the news
I for games, so if you wanna play '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 nigga who be talking shit?
He don't come around no more I fucked his bitch
I made her suck my dick, while I was the tits
Then I hit it the back, gripped tight on them hips
She to make me cum, but I was trying to take her home
you off and seen you fishing on your raggedy brougham
Could of you and the dog (you little fag)
And don't sag too hard, you show your thong

We it straight to ya
From 22's to Luger's the that shoot through ya
Who you think the top dogg bang 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 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 nothing but loot
They me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got
But they call me Bill Clinton for all the I got
I keeps it real-ah, 'cause I'm all 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, Cali's I be

For the nigga who be talking loud and his dick
Talking shit, he 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 be thinking I'm just talking
And I won't do a thing, really so!