Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down, Pt2

[Music in bakground]
(Eightball we doin this shit 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 lay it down

[Verse 1:
He's got his tilted back on his face is a frown
Who's that nigga there it's Thorough
So don't you clown, the and style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya step so I could hit ya
With wicked shit slick and
As I slaughter quick, flip with fluents
To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; is cat
You don't know how it's cause you don't where it's at
A mack of all trades, low cut, fade
We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster
My deep, please peep, I ain't 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 outta
And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got it takes
To stop the funk mutha from freelance
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't
With my hands on my dick, my is thick so don't clown
Bitches we ain't you hoes lay it down

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[Verse 2:
It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night
So much sess in my chest the Swishers I smoke
OH NO! Who is hoe in the bed with me?
I the pussy 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 gold through my curls
Walkin out of the slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go
First I crack up the music then, hit the on my six-four
coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick
But at the time on my dick, thick
Beat a quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated
Tryin to let go of my
But some my luck, gonna be a med patient
I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit really matter
Cause if I I will rat-a-tat-a
To splatter the of nigga with no nuts
And if you step to Suave you have to lay it down

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

[Verse 4:
Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a
Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty
Talkin why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe
Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her her shit and go
how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna slip
On the only you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip
A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga makin
Money off you and lady, nigga I ain't tradin
Why don't you niggaz I'm the pimp she's the hoe
Now I told you now you know, break that 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
yo panties, to let you start
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, to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe
Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my
Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a catch a plane
Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown all upside yo
Yeah bitch, I'm a lay it

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