Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

[Verse 1 - Mill]
a brand new loft, five thousand a month
Bitch my sour is special, dollars a blunt
Only smoke if proper, in the words of Big Poppa
Rush his ass to the doctors, took the sacks and we you
Blocka-blocka-bla-blocka, his ass with them chopper
It'll be a massacre faggot, automatic kicking soccer
Bottles popping it's popping, twenty bitches us
I just her the numbers, so if she hit me I count her
I canary the pinky, hit her right like
Got the looking cloudy, for the love of the stinky
In a 600 Benz, a bitches they friends
And we just started, these haters wishing we end
nose on these hoes, niggas fishing again
Notice she swallow with those, drop it on her chin
Niggas left me for dead, bitch I'm again
Special official, they see my vision again

[Chorus - Meek Mill & Young
Know a party, we see the sparkles, they coming
on couches, bitches surround us, we blunting
We travel the globe, stop in town, and run it
And you already know, cuff them tonight, we born to run it
Because we paid hoe (Paid hoe)
And all cream, blow that paper like the haze hoe
Life's a beach, I'm in the sun my shades
After the we take the baddest bitch and lay low
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
After the we get the baddest bitch and lay low
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
the club we take the baddest bitch and lay low

[Verse 2 - Young
Maserati dipping, wrist cost me a
Neck cost a Bentley, think I'm have a ticket
Got a fetish for Ferraris, and fucking bad
Smoke a nigga like I'm Marley all we know is lot of
The mine, Jordan number 9
I came in balling on these niggas a young LeBron
In them bitches, hit them on the lot
Came in your main hoe, your ?
It's Young Chris, eat a dick, we the
We really balling you talking about a Stephen Smith
I let my money do the talking, I just the fifth
I'm on my Metro, just call me if you a brick

[Verse 3 -
It's the makie bacon, all these rappers be hating
hella facts, hella facts, got me past immigrations
To my Canadian fans, had me stuck at the border
See the brighling, big Bent', I think them is rascist
Call me boy, we be off to the races
And no negating Smith & Wesson leave you boy
We be up in the clubs, stunting with two boy
Got it popping, mad, they bitches all up in our faces
Got bottles Rosay, shots of Patron
All them take shots to the dome
Hit right trying to follow me home
Shots to his Impala, I'm