Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his
shit, he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot 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 don't be thinking I'm just
And I do a thing, really hope so!

Lay low, nobody until I say so
Limo rolling deep like the president
See I don't go to clubs, I chase a bitch (bitch)
I'm to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
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 to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope, and slang
but well heard, do not disturb
The reason you alive 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster than birds, Snoop will emerge
From the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't
I bring the from the L.B.C.
motherfuckers thinking they goin' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a about what y'all 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 down low talking
Best 'cause I refuse to lose
No matter which damn road I
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 on the floor
I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me
That's I came fo'

Where that who be talking shit?
He come around 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, gripped on them 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 everybody your thong

We it straight 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 and made the game flip
Now niggas grow they hair, hope they staying act
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped
The backyard is we get our scrap on
The car drive by then you get capped on

Whats up pimping? It's P and
Dre on the beat, this ain't nothing but loot
They call me Jed Clampett for all the I got
But they call me Bill Clinton for all the I got
I keeps it real-ah, I'm all about 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 who be talking loud and holding his dick
shit, he better 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 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, hope so!