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

Now what you boys got a death
I beat a mothafucka, than Precious
Real nigga, you can find me the ex is
Whippin' in the kitchen, hands ambidextrous

got the hood pushin' more than time clocks
So I dropped a hundred in the streets, I don't buy
Tell the little mothafucka get his box
fellas, hood fellas 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 niggas wanna
Leave a mothafucka shakin' Harlem

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

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

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

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

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

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

I we came in this bitch tonight to murder things
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

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

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

This is my castle, but it ain't white
Ice so bright, shit like a light show
This my life, yo, go get bitch
Ball 'til we 'til the judge 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 rings
I need your respect, the streets crowned me king

I said we came in bitch tonight to murder things
We gonna leave bitch tonight a murder scene
In from head to toe, we murder clean
Do you know the name of the clique that murder
up?

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

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