Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Low

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

Lay low, nobody move I say so
Limo tint rolling deep like the
See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a (bitch)
I'm to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all it chocolate
of the top dogg, and ain't no stopping this
Whatever the case, I ain't to catch it
Lay low, big dope, and slang 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
the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke
I bring the worst the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinking they smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck about 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 low talking shit
Best 'cause I refuse to lose
No matter damn road I choose
So lay low you might be bruised
Top story on the news
I ain't for games, so if you wanna 'em lay low
Lay down on the
I'm in a rage, so if we do this let me know
That's what I fo'

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

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

Whats up pimping? It's P and
With Dre on the beat, this ain't nothing but
They call me Jed Clampett for all the I got
But they call me Clinton for all the head I got
I it real-ah, 'cause I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me 'cause I'm a dollar hitta
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
Talking shit, he lay low
For the bitch said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she lay low
For the who be claiming 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!