Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Lo

[Verse One:
Has it ever occurred to you that you wasn't to grab the mic
and kick a rhyme, son I think you're wastin'
If you was light you wouldn't shine asked to sign the dotted line
Tell 'em sorry you must decline, nah mind
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 your raps from spoken
Crush your knuckles ya mic grabbin' hand broken
I'm out to you like a shiesty manager (buahahaha)
you down the stairs, cut you off when I leaped over the banister
Cornered, it can be, you flee
Can't to see 'cause nigga you can't emcee
The platinum plaque recipient suffered a twisted fate like checker
being lynched off the goldengate bridge over water
The giving orders smash the juke up for its quarters
Go ya tape recorders

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

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

[Verse Swel Boogie]
I pound the round *ding*
Bring on the clown, how you sound?
You think I'm lower than I'm double down
for whatever the is, whatever the place is
We sever the stages, you could come face this
Arsonist and Non-phix rollin' with convicts that chicks
but make sure they the tricks
that don't complain, about any
Heads or tails win in any decision
The mission is for you to get it
Complete, so dead it, it or I'ma.. set it, I'm heated
I'm must proven for murder '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 shadow my eyes (code red) rockin' a steel toe show
Bold to visualize mo' live antagonize
Most cats fall off the face then come to be surprised (why?)
Sly Stone the mic to enterprise, true lies you small fries
Most egos grow to be loose change, I despise that (why?)
There two kinds that draw the lines between the biz and rhymes
You breed greed to try mock mine ('cause I the true times, why?)
The records B.I. shit don't get the air
You fear us nothing but bare time then show signs you're not (why?)
Stay low, ask 'em to say hoe
A million sold don't you pro, that's why we hold it for our pyros

(Chorus)