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 up 'cause he can't hard top it now

Now what you boys got a death
I a mothafucka, uglier than Precious
Real nigga, you can find me 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 keys yes, nigga we'll rob 'em
Got the 9 in my pants, case you niggas wanna dance
Leave a shakin' like Harlem

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Always on my hard shit, Viagra
Pull up, '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 hard pumpin' diesel
However do you want it, Joe stay
I off but the ho's stay on it

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

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

I said we came in bitch tonight to murder things
We gonna leave bitch tonight a murder scene
In black head to toe, we murder clean
Do you the name 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