Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Lo

[Verse One:
Has it ever occurred to you you wasn't meant to grab the mic
and a rhyme, son I think you're wastin' time
If you was light you wouldn't shine when asked to sign the line
Tell 'em sorry you must decline, nah never
tag you with this loaded {nine}
Now see normally I wouldn't resort to but since you spit I had to you
Tall nigga to short you slash your vocals, stop raps from being spoken
Crush your knuckles leavin' ya mic grabbin' broken
I'm out to damage you a shiesty manager (buahahaha)
Chase you down the stairs, cut you off I leaped over the banister
Cornered, it can be, you can't
stand to see 'cause nigga you can't emcee
The platinum plaque recipient suffered a fate like chubby checker
being lynched off the goldengate bridge over troubled
The colonel giving orders smash the juke up for its
Go unpause ya tape

Q-Unique]
Stay low, ask 'em to say hoe
Toy mic you flow
Start a rap career, that is way no
Start a rap career, shit is way no
Toy mic you flow
ask 'em to say hoe, stay low

Stay low, ask 'em to say hoe
Toy mic you flow
Start a rap career, that is way no
low, don't ask 'em to say HOE
Thought to start a rap career, shit is way no

[Verse Two: Boogie]
I pound the final *ding*
Bring on the trouble clown, how you
You think I'm lower than dirt? I'm double
for whatever the case is, whatever the is
We sever the stages, you could never come face
and Non-phix rollin' with convicts that want chicks
but make they the bomb tricks
that don't complain, any position
Heads or tails I'ma win in any
The mission is for you to get it
Complete, so it, delete it or I'ma.. set it, I'm heated
I'm must proven guilty for 'cause rhymes I be killin' it
If tracks I ain't it than I don't wanna deal with it

Stay low, ask 'em to say hoe

Three: Jise One]
Low brim shadow my eyes (code red) a steel toe show
Bold to visualize mo' live size
Most cats fall off the face then come back to be (why?)
Sly Stone the mic to enterprise, true lies within you fries
Most egos that grow to be change, I despise that (why?)
There two kinds that draw the fine lines between the biz and
You breed greed to try mock ('cause I define the true times, why?)
The records B.I. grime don't get the air
You us nothing but bare time then show signs you're not aware (why?)
low, don't ask 'em to say hoe
A million sold don't make you pro, that's why we hold it for our

(Chorus)