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, Dogg to get it rockin' now
Big money talking, Mayweather,
Gucci soft up 'cause he can't top it now

Now what you got a death wish
I beat a mothafucka, uglier Precious
nigga, you can find me where the ex is
Whippin' in the kitchen, both hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder
We gonna leave this bitch a murder scene
In black from to toe, we murder clean
Do you know the name of the that 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
all around me like it's Gotti on the scene

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

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

Cocaine cowboys, that's my
Do it for my niggas locked in the bing
In the state, in the Fed pen my name
I need your respect, the streets crowned me king

I said we in this bitch tonight to murder things
We gonna leave this bitch tonight a scene
In black from to toe, we murder 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)
Slow down, son, you 'em