Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Lo

[Verse Q-Unique]
Has it ever to you that you wasn't meant to grab the mic
and kick a rhyme, son I think wastin' time
If you was light you wouldn't shine when asked to sign the dotted
Tell 'em sorry you decline, nah never mind
I'ma tag you with 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 leavin' ya mic grabbin' hand broken
I'm out to you like a shiesty manager (buahahaha)
Chase you down the stairs, cut you off when I leaped the banister
Cornered, it can be, you can't
Can't stand to see 'cause nigga you emcee
The platinum plaque suffered a twisted fate like chubby checker
being lynched off the goldengate bridge over water
The colonel giving smash the juke up for its quarters
Go ya tape recorders

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

Two: Swel Boogie]
I pound the round *ding*
on the trouble clown, how you sound?
You think I'm lower than dirt? I'm double
for the case is, whatever the place is
We sever the stages, you could never 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 I'ma win in any decision
The mission is for you to get it
Complete, so dead it, delete it or I'ma.. set it, I'm
I'm proven guilty for murder 'cause rhymes I be killin' it
If tracks I ain't feeling it than I 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
to visualize mo' live antagonize size
Most fall off the face then come back to be surprised (why?)
Sly Stone the mic to enterprise, true lies within you fries
Most egos that grow to be loose change, I that (why?)
There two kinds that draw the fine lines the biz and rhymes
You breed greed to try mock ('cause I define the true times, why?)
The records B.I. grime shit get the air
You fear us nothing but bare time show signs you're not aware (why?)
low, don't ask 'em to say hoe
A million sold don't you pro, that's why we hold it for our pyros

(Chorus)