Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

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

Lay low, nobody 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, some of call it chocolate
of the top dogg, and ain't no stopping this
Whatever the case, I trying to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope, and records
Unseen but well heard, do not
The reason you alive 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip, faster birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge
From the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't
I bring the worst the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinking they smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck what y'all say
From the "world's dangerous group" N.W.A.

Our rise, it was no
I knew these fools would trip
Hating, faking, scheming on
And on the down low shit
move 'cause I refuse to lose
No matter damn road I choose
So lay low 'cause you be bruised
Top story on the evening
I ain't for games, so if you wanna 'em lay low
Lay on the floor
I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me
That's I came fo'

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

We it straight 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 and made the game flip
Now niggas grow they hair, they staying act hard
That's tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard
The is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by you get capped on

up pimping? It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, ain't 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 it real-ah, 'cause I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me I'm a million dollar hitta
It's, no limit til I
C-p-3, or Richmond, where I be

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