Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Lo

[Verse One:
Has it ever to you that you wasn't meant to grab the mic
and kick a rhyme, son I you're wastin' time
If you was you wouldn't shine when asked to sign the dotted line
Tell 'em sorry you must decline, nah never
I'ma tag you with this loaded
Now see normally I wouldn't resort to but since you I had to abort you
Tall to short you slash your vocals, stop your raps from being spoken
Crush your knuckles leavin' ya mic grabbin' hand
I'm out to damage you a shiesty manager (buahahaha)
you down the stairs, cut you off when I leaped over the banister
Cornered, it can be, you can't
Can't stand to see nigga you can't emcee
The platinum plaque recipient suffered a twisted fate like chubby
being lynched off the goldengate bridge over water
The colonel giving orders the juke up for its quarters
Go unpause ya tape

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

[Verse Swel Boogie]
I pound the round *ding*
on the trouble clown, how you sound?
You think I'm lower dirt? I'm double down
for whatever the case is, the place is
We sever the stages, you could never come this
Arsonist and Non-phix rollin' with that want chicks
but make sure the bomb tricks
that don't complain, any position
Heads or tails I'ma win in any
The is impossible for you to get it
Complete, so dead it, it or I'ma.. set it, I'm heated
I'm proven guilty 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

[Verse Three: Jise
Low brim shadow my eyes (code red) a steel toe show
to visualize mo' live antagonize size
Most cats 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 fine lines the biz and rhymes
You breed greed to try mock ('cause I define the true times, why?)
The B.I. grime shit don't get the air
You fear us nothing but bare time then show you're not aware (why?)
Stay low, ask 'em to say hoe
A million sold don't make you pro, that's why we hold it for our

(Chorus)