Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Lo

[Verse One:
Has it ever occurred to you you wasn't meant to grab the mic
and a rhyme, son I think you're wastin' time
If you was you wouldn't shine when asked to sign the dotted line
Tell 'em sorry you decline, nah never mind
I'ma tag you with this {nine}
Now see normally I wouldn't to but since you spit 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)
Chase you down the stairs, cut you off when I leaped over the
Cornered, it can be, you can't
Can't to see 'cause nigga you can't emcee
The plaque recipient suffered a twisted fate like chubby checker
being lynched off the goldengate over troubled water
The giving orders smash the juke up for its quarters
Go unpause ya tape

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, that 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
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: Boogie]
I pound the round *ding*
on the trouble clown, how you sound?
You think I'm than dirt? I'm double down
for whatever the case is, the place is
We the stages, you could never come face this
Arsonist and rollin' with convicts that want chicks
but make sure they the 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 dead it, it or I'ma.. set it, I'm heated
I'm must proven guilty for murder rhymes I be killin' it
If tracks I ain't feeling it than I wanna deal with it

Stay low, ask 'em to say hoe

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

(Chorus)