Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Down

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha

It took A Keys and Jay-Z to get this city now
Rob Base, Dogg to get it rockin' now
Big money talking, Mayweather,
Gucci soft up 'cause he hard top it now

Now you boys got a death 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' more than clocks
So I a hundred in the streets, I don't buy stocks
Tell the 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 niggas wanna
Leave a mothafucka shakin' Harlem

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

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

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

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

up in it like a halfback 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 I'm a hero
On that minute fourteen a guitar hero
Came a long way that toilet bowl white though
But I'mma be though

I said we came in this tonight to murder things
We gonna leave this bitch 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

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

Your NBA, NFL all legal
My niggas on the block hard pumpin' diesel
do you want it, Joe stay blunted
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
This my life, yo, go get bitch
Ball 'til we fall 'til the hit the pulpit

Cocaine cowboys, that's my
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 streets me king

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