Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his
shit, he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my
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, really so!

Lay low, move until I say so
Limo tint rolling deep like the
See I don't go to clubs, I never a bitch (bitch)
I'm to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all call it
Return of the top dogg, and ain't no stopping
Whatever the case, I trying to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope, and records
Unseen but heard, do not disturb
The only reason you alive 'cause I ain't sent the
I flip, faster than birds, Snoop will emerge
the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke
I bring the worst the L.B.C.
motherfuckers thinking they goin' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck what y'all say
the "world's most dangerous group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I always knew fools would trip
Hating, faking, on mine
And on the low talking shit
Best 'cause I refuse to lose
No matter which 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 this let me
That's I came fo'

Where that nigga who be shit?
He don't come around no more because I fucked his
I made her suck my dick, I was squeezing the tits
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them
She tried to make me cum, but I was trying to take her
Dropped you off and seen you fishing on raggedy brougham
of thumped you and the dog (you little fag)
And don't sag too hard, you show your thong

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

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

For the nigga who be loud 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 niggas who be claiming my
And really ain't my gang, better lay low
I he don't be thinking I'm just talking
And I won't do a thing, really so!