Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Down

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha

It took A and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now
Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it now
Big talking, Mayweather, Pacquiao
Gucci soft up 'cause he hard top it now

Now what you boys got a death
I beat a mothafucka, uglier Precious
Real nigga, you can find me the ex is
in the kitchen, both hands ambidextrous

Recession got the hood pushin' more than clocks
So I a hundred in the streets, I don't buy stocks
the little mothafucka get his shine box
Good fellas, fellas living on my block

If got a problem, I solve 'em
A couple yes, nigga we'll rob 'em
Got the 9 milli in my pants, case you niggas dance
Leave a shakin' like Harlem

I said we in this bitch tonight to murder things
And we gonna leave this tonight a murder scene
In black from head to toe, we murder
Do you know the of the clique that murder teams?
up?

(Ha ha)
down, son, you killin' 'em
(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em

(Ha ha)
down, son, you killin' 'em
(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em

Always on that flow shit, Montana
Cocaine capital, would be Atlanta
One, triple-O, where I'm from the whole goal
Nigga catch ya where I'm from, that's a stolen

Next up a homicide, ain't nobody shit
Wake up to a homicide, ain't dreams to
to the home of the home invasion
DEA to raid, you might get your home raided

Went up in it like a halfback from the
a Half Mac, anything for that paper
Two-door phantom, blue though
Parked outta space shit, we call that bitch

living legend, in the hood I'm a hero
On that minute like a guitar hero
Came a long way from that bowl white though
But be alright though

I said we came in this bitch tonight to things
We gonna leave this tonight a murder scene
In black from head to toe, we clean
Do you know the name of the clique murder teams?
up?

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em
(Ha ha)
down, son, you killin' 'em

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em
(Ha ha)
down, son, you killin' 'em

Always on my hard shit, Viagra
up, make 'em car sick, abracadabra
Presto magic, Bugatti's on the
Party's all around me like it's on the scene

Your NBA, NFL all legal
My niggas on the block going pumpin' diesel
However do you want it, Joe stay
I gets off but the ho's on it

is my castle, but it ain't white though
Ice so bright, shine like a light show
my life, yo, go get yours bitch
Ball 'til we fall 'til the hit the pulpit

Cocaine cowboys, that's my
Do it for my niggas down in the bing
In the state, in the Fed pen my rings
I don't need respect, the streets crowned me king

I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder
We gonna leave bitch tonight a murder scene
In black from head to toe, we clean
Do you know the name of the clique that murder
up?

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em
(Ha ha)
down, son, you killin' 'em

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em
(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em