Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

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

[Chorus - Meek & Young Chris]
Know a party, we see the sparkles, they coming
on couches, bitches surround us, we blunting
We the globe, stop in your 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 with my
After the club we take the baddest and lay low
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
the club we get the baddest bitch and lay low
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
Hey hoe (Hey hoe)
After the club we 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 for Ferraris, and fucking bad bitches
Smoke a like I'm Marley all we know is lot of niggas
The summer's mine, number 9
I came in balling on these niggas like a young
In front them bitches, hit on the lot
Came in with main hoe, your ?
Young Chris, eat a dick, we the shit
We really balling you just talking about a Stephen
I let my money do the talking, I just plead the
I'm on my Metro, call me if you need a brick

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