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 money talking, Mayweather,
Gucci up 'cause he can't hard top it now

Now what you boys got a wish
I beat a mothafucka, than 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 buy stocks
Tell the little get his shine box
fellas, hood fellas living on my block

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

I said we came in this bitch to murder things
And we leave this bitch tonight a murder 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 that flow shit, Jeezy
capital, that would be Atlanta
One, triple-O, I'm from that's the whole goal
Nigga 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 home
DEA like to raid, you might get your raided

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

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

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 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

Always on my hard shit, Joey
up, make '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 niggas on the going hard pumpin' diesel
However do you want it, Joe stay
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
This my life, yo, go get bitch
Ball 'til we fall 'til the hit the pulpit

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

I said we came in bitch tonight to murder things
We gonna leave this bitch tonight a murder
In black head 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