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 wastin' time
If you was light you shine when 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 to but since you spit I had to abort you
Tall nigga to short you slash your vocals, stop your from being spoken
Crush your knuckles leavin' ya mic grabbin' hand
I'm out to you like a shiesty manager (buahahaha)
Chase you down the stairs, cut you off I leaped over the banister
Cornered, it can be, you can't
Can't stand to see 'cause nigga you can't
The platinum plaque recipient suffered a fate like chubby checker
being lynched off the goldengate bridge over troubled
The colonel giving orders smash the 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, that is way no
Start a rap career, shit 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 flow
Start a rap career, that is way no
low, don't ask 'em to say HOE
Thought to start a rap career, that is way no

Two: Swel Boogie]
I the final round *ding*
Bring on the trouble clown, how you
You think I'm lower dirt? I'm double down
for the case is, whatever the place is
We sever the stages, you could never come face
Arsonist and Non-phix rollin' with convicts that chicks
but make sure they the bomb
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, delete it or I'ma.. set it, I'm
I'm must guilty for murder '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 Three: Jise
Low brim shadow my eyes (code red) rockin' a toe show
Bold to visualize mo' live antagonize
Most cats off the face then come back to be surprised (why?)
Sly the mic to enterprise, true lies within you small fries
Most egos that to be loose change, I despise that (why?)
There two kinds that draw the fine lines between the biz and
You greed to try mock mine ('cause I define the true times, why?)
The records B.I. grime don't 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 sold don't make you pro, that's why we hold it for our pyros

(Chorus)