Luyện nghe bài hát Slow It Down

Slow it
If i could go i would slow it down
If i could back i would slow it down
If i go back i would do it again
Do it
Do, do, do it

1:
Ain't got no for no bullshit
make moves quick
If you snooze you lose it
Lay you down like my
After a day of
After i it
Get
Hit the crooked
Don't remember how i it
remember how i made it
I remember faded
when i had more than anticipated
Got
I got incarcirated
Put my petal to the
Hear me screechin' the pavement
I'm lil rob
And i'm back up on the
In a rag top with a back drop not knowin' to stop
So keep on rollin' till the wheels are fallin' off
And it get a little crazy but nobody call the cops
We got it control
We're on a stroll
Watchin' out for the pigs on
Cuz my homboys on
My little homboys on
Still gots a to change his life
But right now its incarciration that facin'

Slow it
If i could go back i would slow it
If i turn back i would slow it down
If i go back i would do it again
Do it
Do, do, do it

2:
See vato down the block
He told me got shot
In the parking lot of the shop
The been hot
Been full of
Been of blacas
I told them i don't really it homie
Bumpin' this is for la
Hit the like this
Its your big end of the
Where i keep my under my seat
Where i keep on the
Where we go to the grave with the we keep
And i'ma keep my word so that i'm able to sleep
I'm bumpin' the beat when i her body talkin' to me
I like its sayin' and i love what i see
You're comin' me
Her body's cold and comfortable the
So now she's sittin' in my passenger seat
We got it under
We low
It's so i
Hit the land yo and live my life in mo
If i could do one more
Time again just tell me so i can do it again

Slow it
If i could go back i would it down
If i could turn i would slow it down
If i go back i would do it again
Do it
Do, do, do it

3:
See one of my homboys he's good
He started over
homboy not so good
He slid now over
He was to be gettin' married
In
Now he's in the being carried at the cemetary
Getting
Take a hit of the joint and keep it
Cuz this shit is gettin'
Like the on 5 twentys
And that's pretty
Tryna that pretty penny
there's plenty
And be damned if i ain't makin' any
Comin' out than many
Many bolder most
We get with it
Sicker my flows; fuckin' gross
The was where i was brought up
It's the bomb a feline
Tag my name on a street
Throwin' up the peace
for a feline
That's bad enough to be
Fuck ya homboy; she
So we keep on rollin'
Even if i don't where i'm goin'

Slow it
If i could go back i would slow it
If i could turn back i would slow it
If i could go back i do it again
Do it
Do, do, do it