Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Lo

[Verse One:
Has it ever occurred to you that you wasn't to grab the mic
and kick a rhyme, son I you're wastin' time
If you was light you wouldn't shine when asked to 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, your raps from being spoken
Crush your leavin' ya mic grabbin' hand broken
I'm out to damage you like a shiesty (buahahaha)
Chase you down the stairs, cut you off I leaped over the banister
Cornered, it can be, you can't
stand to see 'cause nigga you can't emcee
The platinum plaque recipient suffered a twisted fate chubby checker
lynched off the goldengate bridge over troubled water
The colonel giving orders the juke up for its quarters
Go ya tape recorders

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

[Verse Two: Swel
I pound the final round
Bring on the clown, how you sound?
You I'm lower than dirt? I'm double down
for the case is, whatever the place is
We sever the stages, you could come face this
Arsonist and rollin' with convicts that want chicks
but sure they the bomb tricks
that don't complain, about any
or tails 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 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) a steel toe show
Bold to visualize mo' live size
Most cats fall off the face then come to be surprised (why?)
Sly Stone the mic to enterprise, lies within you small fries
Most egos grow to be loose change, I despise that (why?)
There two kinds that draw the fine between the biz and rhymes
You breed greed to try mock mine ('cause I define the times, why?)
The records B.I. grime don't get the air
You fear us nothing but bare time then show signs you're not (why?)
low, don't ask 'em to say hoe
A million sold don't make you pro, that's why we hold it for our

(Chorus)