Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

(music in bakground)
(eightball we doin this shit once
for you fake ass lay it the fuck down BEYITCH)

lay it down, lay it
you hoes lay it
lay it down, lay it
you lay it down

Verse Thorough

He's got his tilted back on his face is a frown
Who's that gangsta so bitch
Don't you clown, the sound, the style, of after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya step so I could hit ya
With wicked shit and swift
as I slaughter quick, oughta flip fluents
to show you how we be doin in the Suave House that is cat
You don't know how it's comin cause you where it's at
A mack of all trades, low cut, tight
We all get paid, you'll get sprayed, so buster
My flavor's too deep, please peep, I soft
I represent at all and always got my niney on
So eeease back cause you marks can't hang me
I got to game in me, killin ain't no thang to me
Give a nut check, and I see you place
And I say that to say a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes
to stop the funk mutha from freelance
Brush up on yo skills, fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is so don't clown
we ain't playin you hoes lay it down

Chorus: 2X

Two: Eightball

It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night
So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I
OH NO!!!! Who is this hoe in the bed me?
I remember the but I don't remember her name G
me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe
in the head, and her get out of my bed you damn freak
Hopped into the for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed and ran a comb through my curls
Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on go
First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my
Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop
but at the same on my dick, thick
Beat a bitch I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a killa on them sticks, hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my
but some unlucky nigga gonna be a med
I gotta nine uzi AK, but that don't really matter
Cause if I gotta I will
to splatter the guts of nigga no nuts
and if you to Suave you will have to lay it down

Chorus: 2X

Three: Crime Boss

Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head
the number one gangsta you touch or bust
so steppin is the that you gots to come against me
you best to do a driveby and be prayin you hit me
Cause nigga if you miss me I'ma have to my gat
and take yo ass way back, cause way back way in the days
I used to beat dope fiends down get paid
Live my life as a hustler, sellin was my only J
My moms was a hoe I had nowhere to stay
And that's fucked all my homies are loners
I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on
bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
Five-oh me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A good guy gone bad, devious kid
of ?, shit that my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm those clucker bitches
My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin
for and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,
or be trapped in this for too motherfuckin long
ON!!!!

Verse MJG

Thirty buster in my yard shit bout a bitch
to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks
talkin why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe
charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her and go
Suckers how the fuck you think MJG was gonna slip
on the only reason you mad cause you sister pussy whip
a back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga makin
money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't
Why don't you niggaz I'm the pimp she's the hoe
Now that Itold you now you know, break chain and let her go
Back on the track that ass, make my money
Make it fast, get yo head bringin me checks bitch bring me cash
Drop yo panties, to let you
To your mouth, slurp and slob
on dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job
you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door
Catch a cab, to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe
don't you ever front me with a lame lie my bank
Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch a plane
Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all yo head
Yeah bitch, lay it down

Chorus: 2X