Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Down

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha

It took A Keys and Jay-Z to get city poppin' now
Rob Base, Snoop to get it rockin' now
Big talking, Mayweather, Pacquiao
Gucci soft up he can't hard top it now

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

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

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

I said we in this bitch tonight to murder things
And we gonna leave this tonight a murder scene
In black head to toe, we murder 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

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

Next up a homicide, nobody seen shit
up to a homicide, ain't nobody dreams to
Welcome to the home of the home
DEA like to raid, you get your home raided

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

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

I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder
We gonna this bitch tonight a murder scene
In black from head to toe, we murder
Do you know the name of the clique that 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)
Slow down, son, you 'em

on my hard shit, Joey Viagra
Pull up, 'em car sick, abracadabra
Presto magic, on the scene
all around me like it's Gotti on the scene

Your money NBA, NFL all
My on the block going hard pumpin' diesel
do you want it, Joe stay blunted
I off but the ho's stay on it

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

cowboys, that's my thing
Do it for my niggas locked down in the
In the state, in the Fed pen my name
I don't need your respect, the streets me king

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

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

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