Luyện nghe bài hát Lay It Down

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

Lay it ho
Lay it down
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 money on the couch
Gimme everything up in you nigga,
Shut yo mouth

Put the money on the nigga
Gimme everything up in you nigga,
Shut yo nigga

Yeah it up, vroom vroom
Uppercut a out the bus, boom 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 money over here
Talking and fucking bitches
I don't know what the fuck they Tune
My syrup purple, my Earth
My birth circle, I'll dirt you
squirt murk you, my verse hurtful
My shooters still got curb
'bout as hot as Von Dutch
Y'all not gone harm
Hijack some prom busts
Ain't no but my arms up
No graffiti, my up
Young Money in this shit
Until a dead and gone
If you wanna set it off, what you bet it on?
I'm the wedding's off when everything is wetted on
Point 'em out, Truk ya
Fuck ya style, with me
You a bucket foul, buck ya smile
For a dunkin pile, you duck it, pal

Lay it ho (Yeah)
Lay it bitch (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 lay it down

oh yo, shawty, what's yo
Is you Is you paying?
Is you sniffing on cane?
the fuck is you saying?
If you getting it, you getting it
It's my money I ain't it
I tripling it, if she got a fat ass
Then I'm it (tippin' it)
Came out the bank, bye
a bum money, hi fella
Bad lil' ho, high
new roley, sky dweller
Just left from
private eye
I made a dollars,
to God that ain't no lie
I them niggas was poppin'
Fake niggas be
My glove be drippin' wet
But I got my
Losing no option
I'm teaching my doctrine
The Maybach ain't
If it got no partation

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

I said, oops I mean
It's all a part of my
I sit and count this while I watch you bitches audition

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