Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Lo

[Verse Q-Unique]
Has it ever occurred to you that you wasn't meant to the mic
and kick a rhyme, son I think you're time
If you was light you shine when asked to sign the dotted line
Tell 'em sorry you must decline, nah never
I'ma tag you this loaded {nine}
Now see normally I wouldn't resort to but since you I had to abort you
Tall nigga to short you slash your vocals, stop your raps from spoken
Crush your knuckles leavin' ya mic 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 flee
Can't stand to see 'cause you can't emcee
The platinum plaque recipient suffered a twisted fate like chubby
lynched off the goldengate bridge over troubled water
The colonel giving smash the juke up for its quarters
Go unpause ya tape

[Chorus:
Stay low, ask 'em to say hoe
Toy mic you play
a rap career, that shit is way no
Start a rap career, that is way no
Toy mic you flow
Don't ask 'em to say hoe, low

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

[Verse Swel Boogie]
I pound the final round
Bring on the clown, how you sound?
You think I'm lower dirt? I'm double down
for whatever the case is, whatever the is
We the stages, you could never come face this
Arsonist and rollin' with convicts that want chicks
but make they the bomb tricks
that don't complain, about any
Heads or I'ma win in any decision
The is impossible for you to get it
Complete, so it, delete it or I'ma.. set it, I'm heated
I'm must proven guilty for murder 'cause I be killin' it
If tracks I ain't feeling it I don't wanna deal with it

Stay low, ask 'em to say hoe

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

(Chorus)