Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

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

Lay low, move until I say so
Limo rolling deep like the president
See I don't go to clubs, I never a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to 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 trying to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope, and slang
but well heard, do not disturb
The only reason you alive I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster than birds, Dogg will emerge
From the smoke and go loc, you provoke
I bring the from the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinking they goin' on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what say
From the "world's dangerous group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I knew these fools would trip
Hating, faking, on mine
And on the down low talking
Best 'cause I refuse to lose
No which damn road I choose
So lay low 'cause you might be
Top on the evening news
I for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low
Lay on the floor
I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do let me know
That's what I fo'

Where that nigga who be talking
He come around no more because 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
Dropped you off and seen you on your raggedy brougham
Could of thumped you and the dog (you fag)
And don't sag too hard, you show your thong

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

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

For the nigga who be talking and holding his dick
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 just
And I won't do a thing, hope so!