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, Dogg to get it rockin' now
Big talking, Mayweather, Pacquiao
soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now

Now you boys got a death wish
I beat a mothafucka, uglier Precious
Real nigga, you can me where the ex is
in the kitchen, both hands ambidextrous

Recession got the hood pushin' more time clocks
So I dropped a hundred in the streets, I buy stocks
Tell the little get his shine box
Good fellas, hood living on my block

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

I said we came in this bitch to murder things
And we gonna this bitch tonight a murder scene
In black from head to toe, we murder
Do you the name 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)
down, son, you killin' 'em

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

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

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

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

I said we in this bitch tonight to murder things
We leave this bitch tonight a murder scene
In from 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

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

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

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

cowboys, that's my thing
Do it for my niggas locked in the bing
In the state, in the Fed pen my rings
I don't need your respect, the streets me king

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