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

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

Recession got the hood more than time clocks
So I dropped a hundred in the streets, I don't buy
Tell the mothafucka get his shine 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, case you wanna dance
Leave a mothafucka like Harlem

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

on my hard shit, Joey Viagra
Pull up, make 'em car sick,
magic, Bugatti's on the scene
Party's all around me it's Gotti on the scene

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

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

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