Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

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

Lay low, nobody 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 it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate
Return of the top dogg, and ain't no stopping
the case, I ain't trying to catch it
Lay low, big dope, and slang records
Unseen but well heard, do not
The only reason you alive 'cause I sent the word
I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg emerge
From the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't
I bring the from the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers they goin' smash 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 knew these fools would trip
Hating, faking, on mine
And on the down low shit
Best move I refuse to lose
No matter which damn I choose
So lay low 'cause you be bruised
Top story on the news
I ain't for games, so if you wanna '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 nigga who be talking shit?
He don't come around no more because I fucked his
I made her my dick, while I was squeezing the tits
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on hips
She tried to me cum, but I was trying to take her home
Dropped you off and seen you fishing on your brougham
Could of you and the dog (you little fag)
And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your

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 the game flip
Now niggas grow they hair, hope they act hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our on
The car drive by then you get capped on

Whats up pimping? 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 me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I keeps it real-ah, 'cause I'm all about my
The love me 'cause I'm a million dollar hitta
It's, no limit til I
C-p-3, or Richmond, Cali's I be

For the nigga who be talking loud and his dick
Talking shit, he 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 my hood
And ain't from my gang, better lay low
I hope he be thinking I'm just talking
And I won't do a thing, hope so!