Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

For the who be talking loud and holding his dick
shit, he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some 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 I'm just talking
And I won't do a thing, hope so!

Lay low, move until I say so
Limo tint rolling deep the president
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, of y'all call it chocolate
Return of the top dogg, and ain't no this
the case, I ain't trying to catch it
Lay low, big dope, and slang records
Unseen but heard, do not disturb
The only you alive 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg emerge
From the and go loc, you shouldn't provoke
I bring the worst the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinking they goin' on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck about y'all say
From the "world's most group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I always knew these fools would
Hating, faking, scheming on
And on the down low shit
Best move I refuse to lose
No matter damn road I choose
So lay low 'cause you might be
Top story on the news
I ain't for games, so if you play 'em lay low
Lay down on the
I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me
what I came fo'

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

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

up pimping? It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't nothing but
call 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 til I d-I-e
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 shot some shit up out of my
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 I'm just talking
And I won't do a thing, really so!