Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

YMCMB, bitches me Tunechi Lee
I be with niggas that police
I keep that iron, you can get
And if she say she didn't
Bitch ya lying through ya
They say it cost to be the
The ones in jail wish were free
Niggas call me Hi-C I'm high as you can see
say they paid they dues
Well I'm checking your
Might as well go
Since this is a beat
Grab the owl out the
And ask bitch, who but me?
Got ya bitch bent nigga, hands to her feet
Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's
'Cause all my well rounded
Don't fuck with none of these square
on, Ghostface Killah
Draw and erase niggas
I'm a Blood, is you a blood
full of that California
I hit it sideways,
Then she catch nut like pneumonia
Lil

Lay it ho
Lay it bitch
Lay it ho
Lay it down, lay it down, lay it
You hoes lay it down, lay it down, lay it
You lay it down

Put the on the couch nigga
everything up in you house nigga,
Shut yo mouth

Put the money on the couch
everything up in you house nigga,
Shut yo mouth

Start it up, vroom vroom
Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom
Unless I get the brain, poom
She let a nigga run and get the
Run a train, zoom
Tryna get paid too soon, one
One sweep away in a room
We getting money over
Talking shit and fucking
I know what the fuck they doing Tune
My syrup purple, my turf
My birth circle, I'll dirt you
I'll squirt murk you, my hurtful
My shooters still got curb
Y'all 'bout as hot as Von
not gone harm much
Hijack y'all some prom
Ain't no but my arms up
No graffiti, my up
It's Young Money in this
Until a nigga and gone
If you wanna set it off, what you bet it on?
I'm betting the wedding's off everything is wetted on
Point 'em out, ya life
ya style, fuck with me
You a bucket foul, buck ya smile
For a dunkin pile, you better it, pal

Lay it ho (Yeah)
Lay it down (and I smoke)
Lay it ho
Lay it down, lay it down, lay it
You hoes lay it down, lay it down, lay it
You hoes lay it

oh yo, shawty, yo name?
Is you tricking? Is you
Is you sniffing on cane?
What the fuck is you
If you it, then you getting it
It's my I ain't splitting it
I tripling it, if she got a fat ass
I'm tipping it (tippin' it)
Came out the bank, bye
Give a bum money, hi
Bad lil' ho, high
new roley, sky dweller
Just from Dubai
private eye
I made a dollars,
Swear to God ain't no lie
I said them niggas was
Fake niggas be
My black be drippin' wet
But I got my
Losing ain't no
I'm bitches my doctrine
The Maybach ain't
If it got no partation

Oops I partition
It's all a of my vision
I sit and this money while I watch you bitches audition

I said, oops I partition
It's all a of my vision
I sit and count this money while I you bitches audition

Da fuck is wrong you bitches?
I don't give a
You don't hear me, you see me.
Bitch you feel me hoe
Young
Young-young nigga.
Young-young, lay it down, lay it down, you lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you lay it down, ah!