Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

For the nigga who be talking loud and his dick
shit, he better 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 ain't from 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, move until I say so
Limo tint rolling deep like the
See I go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the
We call it stress, of y'all call it chocolate
Return of the top dogg, and 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 reason you alive 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster than birds, Dogg will emerge
the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke
I bring the worst the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinking they smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what say
From the "world's most group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I always knew these would trip
Hating, faking, scheming on
And on the down low shit
move 'cause I refuse to lose
No matter which damn I choose
So lay low 'cause you be bruised
Top story on the evening
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 don't come around no more I fucked his bitch
I made her suck my dick, 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 seen you on your raggedy brougham
Could of thumped you and the dog (you fag)
And sag too hard, you show everybody your thong

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

Whats up It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this nothing but loot
They call me Jed Clampett for all the 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 'cause I'm a dollar hitta
It's, no limit til I
C-p-3, or Richmond, where I be

For the nigga who be talking loud and his dick
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 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!