Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

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

Lay low, nobody move I say so
Limo tint rolling deep like the
See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a (bitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all call it
of the top dogg, and ain't no stopping this
Whatever the case, I ain't to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope, and records
Unseen but well heard, do not
The only reason you alive 'cause I ain't the word
I flip, faster birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge
From the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't
I the worst from the L.B.C.
Smash thinking they goin' 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 these fools would trip
Hating, faking, on mine
And on the low talking shit
Best move I refuse to lose
No which damn road I choose
So lay low 'cause you be bruised
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 let me know
what I came fo'

Where that nigga who be shit?
He don't around no more because I fucked his bitch
I her suck my dick, while I was squeezing the tits
Then I hit it from the back, gripped 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 show everybody thong

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

Whats up pimping? P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this nothing but loot
They me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got
But they me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I it real-ah, 'cause I'm all about my scrilla
The love me 'cause I'm a million dollar hitta
It's, no limit til I
C-p-3, or Richmond, where I be

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his
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 really from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm talking
And I won't do a thing, really so!