Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Down

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha

It A Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now
Rob Base, Dogg to get it rockin' now
Big talking, Mayweather, Pacquiao
Gucci up 'cause he can't hard top it now

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

Recession got the hood pushin' than time clocks
So I dropped a hundred in the streets, I 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, nigga rob 'em
Got the 9 milli in my pants, case you niggas wanna
Leave a mothafucka shakin' like

I said we came in this bitch to murder things
And we gonna leave this bitch tonight a scene
In black 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)
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 the whole goal
Nigga catch ya slippin' where I'm from, a stolen

Next up a homicide, ain't seen shit
Wake up to a homicide, ain't nobody to
to the home 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 call bitch Pluto

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

I said we came in this bitch to murder things
We leave this bitch tonight a murder scene
In black from head to toe, we 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)
Slow down, son, you 'em
(Ha ha)
down, son, you killin' 'em

Always on my shit, Joey Viagra
up, make 'em car sick, abracadabra
Presto magic, on the scene
Party's all me like it's Gotti on the scene

Your NBA, NFL all legal
My niggas on the block going hard diesel
However do you want it, Joe blunted
I gets off but the stay on it

This is my castle, but it ain't though
Ice so bright, shit shine like a light
This my life, yo, go get yours
Ball 'til we fall 'til the judge hit the

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

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

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