Luyện nghe bài hát Lay You Down

G-Unit, they ready
Ahh

I don't know you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get line, boy, I'll lay your ass down
Don't know what you been thinkin', know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass

I've out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I'm fin ta Crip walk and put motherfuckin' khakis on
Naw that's aight man I got nothin' to prove
I'm rich but I still live like I got to lose

Look man, I don't know what you drinkin'
I don't know what you thinkin'
But get outta line and upside ya head
The media they write whatever they
And the cops stay on my ass so I on the news
These other rap niggas couldn't walk in my
Went through a bunch of bullshit I was payin' my dues

They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop
Well tell them niggas to get and stop frontin'
You heard of me but do you how I get down
Stay with a vest on, wit a couple tre pounds?
In case you motherfuckers wanna bad now
I'll start some and I'ma lay ya punk ass down

I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay ass down
Don't know what you been thinkin', know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, lay your ass down

niggas from long range for writin' the wrong thangs
My name Young Buck but I like a old man
'cuz I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas like Lil Zane

See Buck been shot, but not than 50
I don't dance, I look like signin' wit Diddy?
I got plans, grenades and the wit me
And on command, we give a fuck who we hittin'

What's in my hand? A tan 'bout a hundred and
Hollow tips, four with the rubber grip
Crips and Bloods they show me love like I'm a set
These industry know they better pay me my check

I get a kick outta these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that's why show got canceled
50 whatever they did to the kid is
Niggas callin' for these features but get no answers
y'all niggas

I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass
know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

we go, just leaves number one
We won't stop, every billboard
We number one, one, number one
Man we own that slot, we stop

I know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass
Don't know what you thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass

A bitch know it's a if I stop to check her
Nigga all I got is hot the kids call me Dr. Pepper
And I don't a soda
The 16 top shot bend ya ass up like yoga
Your fuckin' wit a
I'm tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder
So please keep talkin', so we can spread feet
And you on your boulevard C walkin'

The keep hawkin', why?
'Cuz I'm every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston
I laugh at a chick, bitch I don't argue
I'll leave a print on your ass a karate kick
Them niggas I be wit, got guns on the big body tip
And if pull out, you'd prolly shit
got me in heavy gray pictures
Plus I light up trees like day's Christmas

Shit! Pull that