Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down, Pt2

[Music in bakground]
(Eightball we doin this shit again
For you fake ass lay it the fuck down BEYITCH)

Lay it down, lay it
You lay it down
Lay it down, lay it
You hoes lay it

[Verse 1:
got his head tilted back on his face is a frown
Who's that nigga it's Thorough bitch
So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after
Oh how I ya would step so I could hit ya
With wicked slick and swift
As I slaughter quick, oughta flip fluents
To show you how we be in the Suave House federation; that 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, so gets sprayed, so behave
My flavor's deep, please peep, I soft
I at all cost and always got my niner out
So eeease back you marks can't hang with me
I got to much game in me, killin 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 the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't
With my on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown
we ain't playin you hoes lay it down

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[Verse 2:
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 remember her name G
Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it weed, hit that hoe
In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn
into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed and ran a gold through my curls
out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go
First I crack up the then, hit the switch on my six-four
Candy coated paint, got the at the bus stop sick
But at the same time on my dick,
Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and liquor
I'm a killa on sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my
But my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient
I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't matter
Cause if I gotta I rat-a-tat-a
To splatter the guts of nigga no nuts
And if you step to Suave you have to lay it down

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[Verse 3: Boss]
Here comes the spy, fry, get high, and get head rushed
The number one gangsta you can't or bust
So steppin is the wrong you gots to come against me
You best to do a and be prayin that you hit me
Cause nigga if you miss me I'm a have to my gat
And take yo ass way back, cause way back way in the days
I used to beat dope fiends down just get
Live my life as a hustler, sellin was my only J
My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to
And nigga that's fucked all my are loners
I've been on this for ten so I'm known on corners
With bitches and prostitutes, and killa thugs
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime is feelin slugs
A guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of?, shit that my did
These beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches
My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin
For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it on,
Or be trapped in this hole for too long
ON!

[Verse 4:
Thirty buster in yard shit bout a bitch
Claimin to be that bitch's but they look like dirty tricks
about why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe
Charge the hoe, the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go
Suckers how the fuck you think MJG was gonna slip
On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy
A breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin
Money off you and your lady, nigga I tradin
Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the she's the hoe
Now I told you now you know, break that chain and let her go
Back on the track shake that ass, my money
Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bring me cash
yo panties, to let you start
To open mouth, slurp and slob
On this dick you, the trick 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 motherfuckin hoe
Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my
Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a catch a plane
hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown all upside yo head
Yeah bitch, I'm a lay it

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