Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

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

Lay low, move until I say so
Limo rolling deep like the president
See I don't go to clubs, I chase a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the
We call it stress, of y'all call it chocolate
Return of the top dogg, and ain't no stopping
Whatever the case, I ain't to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope, and slang
but well heard, do not disturb
The only reason you alive 'cause I ain't sent the
I flip, than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge
From the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't
I bring the worst the L.B.C.
Smash thinking they goin' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck what y'all say
the "world's most dangerous group" N.W.A.

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

that nigga who be talking shit?
He don't come around no because I fucked his bitch
I her suck my dick, while I was squeezing the tits
I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips
She tried to make me cum, but I was to take her home
Dropped you off and you fishing on your raggedy brougham
of thumped you and the dog (you little fag)
And don't sag too hard, you everybody 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 with and made the game flip
Now grow they hair, hope they staying act hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our on
The black car drive by you get capped on

Whats up pimping? P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't nothing but
They call me Jed for all the bread I got
But they me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I keeps it real-ah, 'cause I'm all my scrilla
The love me 'cause I'm a million dollar hitta
It's, no til I d-I-e
C-p-3, or Richmond, where I be

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