Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

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 my hood
And really from my gang, better lay low
I hope he be thinking I'm just talking
And I won't do a thing, really so!

Lay low, move until I say so
Limo tint rolling like the president
See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a (bitch)
I'm here to bang gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, of y'all call it chocolate
Return of the top dogg, and ain't no this
Whatever the case, I ain't to catch it
Lay low, big dope, and slang records
Unseen but well heard, do not
The only reason you alive 'cause I sent the word
I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg emerge
From the and go loc, you shouldn't provoke
I the worst from the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinking they smash on me
Snoop and Dre a fuck about what y'all say
From the "world's dangerous 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 'cause I refuse to
No matter which damn I choose
So lay low 'cause you be bruised
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 do this let me know
That's what I fo'

Where nigga who be talking shit?
He don't come around no more because I fucked his
I made her suck my dick, while I was 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
Dropped you off and seen you fishing on your raggedy
of thumped you and the dog (you little fag)
And don't sag too hard, you show your thong

We it straight to ya
From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot ya
Who you motherfuckers think the top bang with?
The same click he with and made the game flip
Now niggas grow they hair, hope they staying act
That's even yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard
The is where 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 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 about my
The ladies me 'cause I'm a million dollar hitta
It's, no til I d-I-e
C-p-3, or Richmond, where I be

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