Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Lo

[Verse One:
Has it ever to you that you wasn't meant to grab the mic
and a rhyme, son I think you're wastin' time
If you was light you shine when asked to sign the dotted line
Tell 'em you must decline, nah never mind
I'ma tag you with this {nine}
Now see normally I wouldn't resort to but you spit I had to abort you
Tall nigga to short you slash your vocals, stop raps from being spoken
your knuckles 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 over the banister
Cornered, it can be, you can't
Can't stand to see 'cause you can't emcee
The platinum plaque recipient suffered a fate like chubby checker
being lynched off the goldengate bridge over water
The colonel giving orders the juke up for its quarters
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
a rap career, that shit is way no
Toy mic you play
Don't ask 'em to say hoe, 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 a rap career, that shit is way no

Two: Swel Boogie]
I the final round *ding*
Bring on the trouble clown, how you
You I'm lower than dirt? I'm double down
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 sure they the bomb tricks
that don't complain, any position
Heads or I'ma 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 guilty for 'cause rhymes I be killin' it
If I ain't feeling it than I don't wanna deal with it

Stay low, ask 'em to say hoe

[Verse Jise One]
Low brim shadow my eyes (code red) rockin' a toe show
Bold to visualize mo' antagonize size
cats fall off the face then come back to be surprised (why?)
Sly Stone the mic to enterprise, lies within you small fries
egos that 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 ('cause I define the true times, why?)
The records B.I. shit don't get the air
You fear us nothing but 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, why we hold it for our pyros

(Chorus)