Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Lo

[Verse One:
Has it ever occurred to you that you meant to grab the mic
and kick a rhyme, son I you're wastin' time
If you was light you wouldn't when asked to sign the dotted line
Tell 'em you must decline, nah never mind
I'ma tag you with this loaded
Now see normally I wouldn't resort to but you spit I had to abort you
Tall nigga to you slash your vocals, stop your raps from being spoken
your knuckles leavin' ya mic grabbin' hand broken
I'm out to damage you like a manager (buahahaha)
Chase you down the stairs, cut you off when I leaped over the
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 troubled water
The giving orders smash the juke up for its quarters
Go ya tape recorders

Q-Unique]
Stay low, ask 'em to say hoe
Toy mic you play
Start a rap career, shit is way no
Start a rap career, 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 flow
Start a rap career, that is way no
low, don't ask 'em to say HOE
Thought to start a rap career, shit is way no

[Verse Swel Boogie]
I pound the final *ding*
Bring on the clown, how you sound?
You think I'm lower than I'm double down
for whatever the case is, whatever the is
We sever the stages, you never come face this
Arsonist and Non-phix rollin' with convicts that chicks
but make sure the bomb tricks
don't complain, about any position
Heads or tails win in any decision
The mission is for you to get it
Complete, so it, delete 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

Three: Jise One]
Low brim shadow my eyes (code red) rockin' a steel toe
Bold to visualize mo' live antagonize
Most cats fall off the face then back to be surprised (why?)
Sly Stone the mic to enterprise, true lies within you fries
Most that grow to be loose change, I despise that (why?)
two kinds that draw the fine lines between the biz and rhymes
You breed to try mock mine ('cause I define the true times, why?)
The B.I. grime shit don't get the air
You fear us but bare time then show signs you're not aware (why?)
low, don't ask 'em to say hoe
A million sold don't you pro, that's why we hold it for our pyros

(Chorus)