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 Dogg to get it now
Big money talking, Mayweather,
Gucci soft up 'cause he hard top it now

Now what you got a death wish
I a mothafucka, uglier than Precious
Real nigga, you can find me the ex is
in the kitchen, both hands ambidextrous

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

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

I said we came in this bitch tonight to things
And we leave this bitch tonight a murder 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 flow shit, Jeezy
Cocaine capital, that would be
One, triple-O, where I'm from that's the goal
Nigga ya slippin' where I'm from, that's a stolen

Next up a homicide, ain't seen shit
Wake up to a homicide, ain't dreams to
to the home of the home invasion
DEA like to raid, you might get home raided

Went up in it like a from the Raiders
a Half Mac, anything 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 fourteen like a guitar hero
Came a long way that toilet bowl white though
But I'mma be alright

I we came 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

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

Your NBA, NFL all legal
My niggas on the going hard pumpin' diesel
However do you want it, Joe blunted
I gets off but the ho's 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 'til the judge hit the pulpit

cowboys, that's my thing
Do it for my niggas down 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 tonight 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)
down, son, you killin' 'em
(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em