Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

For the who be talking loud and holding his dick
Talking shit, he 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 ain't 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, nobody move I say so
Limo tint rolling deep like the
See I don't go to clubs, I chase a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to bang gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of call it chocolate
Return of the top dogg, and ain't no stopping
Whatever the case, I ain't to catch it
Lay low, big dope, and slang records
but well heard, do not disturb
The reason you alive 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge
the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke
I bring the from the L.B.C.
motherfuckers thinking they goin' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what say
From the "world's dangerous group" N.W.A.

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

Where nigga who be talking shit?
He don't around no more because I fucked his bitch
I made her my dick, while 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
you off and seen you fishing on your raggedy brougham
Could of 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 that shoot ya
Who you motherfuckers the top dogg bang with?
The same click he with and made the game flip
Now niggas grow hair, hope they staying act hard
That's tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is we get our scrap on
The black car drive by you get capped on

Whats up pimping? It's P and
Dre on the beat, this ain't nothing but loot
They me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got
But they call me 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 limit til I
C-p-3, or Richmond, Cali's I be

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