Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

For the nigga who be loud and holding his dick
Talking shit, he lay low
For the bitch that I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she lay low
For the who be claiming my hood
And really ain't from my gang, lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm just
And I do a thing, really hope so!

Lay low, nobody until I say so
tint rolling deep like the president
See I don't go to clubs, I never a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all call it
Return of the top dogg, and no stopping this
Whatever the case, I ain't trying to it
Lay low, blow big dope, and records
Unseen but well heard, do not
The only reason you alive I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will
From the smoke and go loc, you provoke
I the worst from the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers they goin' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a about what y'all say
From the "world's dangerous group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I always knew these fools would
Hating, faking, scheming on
And on the down low shit
move 'cause I refuse to lose
No matter which damn I choose
So lay low you might be bruised
Top story on the news
I for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low
Lay down on the
I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do let me know
That's I came fo'

Where nigga who be talking shit?
He don't around no more because I fucked his bitch
I made her my dick, while I was squeezing the tits
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them
She tried to make me cum, but I was trying to take her
Dropped you off and you fishing on your raggedy brougham
Could of you and the dog (you little fag)
And don't sag too hard, you show your thong

We bring it to ya
From 22's to Luger's the that shoot through ya
Who you motherfuckers think the top dogg with?
The same click he came with and the game flip
Now niggas grow they hair, they staying act hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get hard
The is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by you get capped on

Whats up pimping? P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this nothing but loot
call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got
But call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I keeps it real-ah, 'cause I'm all my scrilla
The ladies love me 'cause I'm a million dollar
It's, no til I d-I-e
C-p-3, or Richmond, where I be

For the nigga who be talking loud and his dick
shit, he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she lay low
For the niggas who be my hood
And really from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be I'm just talking
And I do a thing, really hope so!