Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

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

Lay low, nobody move I say so
tint rolling deep like the president
See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a (bitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the
We call it stress, some of y'all it chocolate
Return of the top dogg, and ain't no this
Whatever the case, I ain't trying to 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 than birds, Dogg will emerge
From the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't
I bring the from the L.B.C.
Smash thinking they goin' smash on me
Snoop and Dre a fuck about what y'all say
From the "world's most group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I always knew these would trip
Hating, faking, scheming on
And on the low talking shit
move 'cause I refuse to lose
No which damn road I choose
So lay low 'cause you might be
Top on the evening news
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 this let me
what I came fo'

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

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

Whats up It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this nothing but loot
call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got
But they call me Bill for all the head I got
I keeps it real-ah, 'cause I'm all my scrilla
The ladies me 'cause I'm a million dollar 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
shit, he better lay low
For the bitch that said I some shit 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 thinking I'm just
And I won't do a thing, really so!