Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

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

Lay low, nobody move I say so
Limo tint rolling like the president
See I don't go to clubs, I chase a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all it chocolate
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 slang
Unseen but heard, do not disturb
The only reason you alive I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster than birds, Dogg will emerge
From the smoke and go loc, you provoke
I bring the from the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinking they goin' on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck what y'all say
From the "world's most group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I always knew fools would trip
Hating, faking, scheming on
And on the down low talking
Best move I refuse to lose
No which damn road I choose
So lay low 'cause you might be
Top story on the evening
I ain't for games, so if you wanna 'em lay low
Lay on the floor
I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do let me know
That's I came fo'

that nigga who be talking shit?
He don't come around no more I fucked his bitch
I made her my dick, while I was squeezing the tits
Then I hit it the back, gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum, but I was trying to take her
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 through ya
Who you motherfuckers think the top dogg bang
The same click he with and made the game flip
Now grow they hair, hope they staying act hard
even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get on

Whats up pimping? It's P and
With Dre on the beat, this ain't but loot
They call me Jed Clampett for all the I got
But call me Bill Clinton 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 dollar
It's, no til I d-I-e
C-p-3, or Richmond, Cali's I be

For the who be talking loud and holding his dick
Talking shit, he lay low
For the bitch said 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 from my gang, lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm talking
And I won't do a thing, hope so!