Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Down

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha

It took A Keys and 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
nigga, you can find me where the ex is
Whippin' in the kitchen, hands ambidextrous

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

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

I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder
And we leave this bitch tonight a murder scene
In from 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

Always on that flow shit, Jeezy
capital, that would be Atlanta
One, triple-O, where I'm that's the whole goal
Nigga catch ya slippin' 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 of the home invasion
DEA to raid, you might get your home raided

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

Grown 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 be alright though

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

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

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

This is my castle, but it ain't though
Ice so bright, shit shine a light show
This my life, yo, go get bitch
Ball 'til we fall 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 need your respect, the crowned me king

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