Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

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

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

Verse One:

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

Chorus: 2X

Two: Eightball

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

repeat 2X

Verse Crime Boss

Here the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed
the one gangsta you can't touch or bust
so steppin is the wrong that you gots to come me
you best to do a driveby and be prayin you hit me
Cause nigga if you miss me have to draw my gat
and take yo ass way back, way back way back in the days
I used to dope fiends down just get paid
Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my 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
with bitches and prostitutes, pimps and thugs
harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A good guy gone bad, fuckin kid
Victim of ?, shit my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm those clucker bitches
My beeper goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches
for dollars and sense, see I have it goin on,
or be trapped in hole for too motherfuckin long
ON!!!!

Verse MJG

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

Chorus: 2X