Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

For the nigga who be talking and holding his dick
shit, he better lay low
For the that said 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 he don't be thinking I'm just talking
And I do a thing, really hope so!

Lay low, nobody until I say so
Limo tint deep like the president
See I don't go to clubs, I never a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta 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 records
Unseen but well heard, do not
The only reason you 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg emerge
From the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't
I the worst from the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinking they goin' on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what say
the "world's most dangerous group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I always knew these fools would
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 you might be bruised
Top on the evening news
I for games, so if you wanna 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'

that nigga who be talking shit?
He don't come 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, tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum, but I was to take her home
you off and seen you fishing on your raggedy brougham
Could of thumped you and the dog (you fag)
And don't sag too hard, you everybody your thong

We it straight 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 made the flip
Now niggas grow they hair, hope they 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 then you get on

Whats up pimping? It's P and
With Dre on the beat, this ain't but loot
They me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got
But they call me Bill 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 million hitta
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 said I some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she lay low
For the niggas who be my hood
And really ain't my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm just
And I do a thing, really hope so!