Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Down

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It A Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now
Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it now
Big talking, Mayweather, Pacquiao
Gucci up 'cause he can't 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
Whippin' in the kitchen, both hands

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

If got a problem, I solve 'em
A couple keys yes, nigga rob 'em
Got the 9 in my pants, case you niggas wanna dance
a mothafucka shakin' like Harlem

I said we came in this bitch tonight to 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)
Slow down, son, you 'em
(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em

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

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

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

Went up in it like a halfback the Raiders
Bring a Mac, anything for that paper
phantom, Avatar blue though
Parked outta space shit, we call that Pluto

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

I said we came in this bitch tonight to 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 that 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

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

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

This is my castle, but it white though
Ice so bright, shit shine like a show
This my life, yo, go get yours
Ball we fall 'til the judge hit the pulpit

Cocaine cowboys, my thing
Do it for my niggas down in the bing
In the state, in the Fed pen my name
I don't your respect, the streets crowned me king

I we came in this bitch tonight to murder things
We gonna leave this 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)
Slow down, son, you 'em

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