Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

For the who be talking loud 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 niggas who be my hood
And really from my gang, better lay low
I hope he be thinking I'm just talking
And I do a thing, really hope so!

Lay low, nobody until 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 shit to the
We it stress, some 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, blow big dope, and records
but well heard, do not disturb
The only reason you 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge
From the and go loc, you shouldn't provoke
I bring the worst the L.B.C.
motherfuckers thinking they goin' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck what y'all say
From the "world's dangerous group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I always knew these fools would
Hating, faking, scheming on
And on the down low talking
Best move 'cause I to lose
No matter damn road I choose
So lay low 'cause you might be
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 let me know
what I came fo'

Where that nigga who be shit?
He come around no more because I fucked his bitch
I made her suck my dick, while I was the tits
I hit it from the back, gripped tight 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 raggedy
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 to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya
Who you think the top dogg bang with?
The click he came with and made the game flip
Now niggas grow they hair, hope they act hard
That's tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard
The is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get on

up pimping? It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't but loot
They me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got
But they 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 dollar 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
Talking shit, he 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 thinking I'm talking
And I won't do a thing, really so!