Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Singing

Ready up inna
Tek dem to a level uh evil

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[Ayyyyy.............]

dem dead
Its be...
Slow singing, bringing
Marrow, fly like in de evening
crying]
Ball mama woi...
Mama, hey mama buy a reef for son
Cuz he around, now he gon die by my gun
I know you, know you gonna cry when you
ya, see him body lying on de ground
Gunshot fly true
Tear him like curt'n
See your mama cryin cuz you leave her in a
Boy life erase, him nah certain
pon mi gun and mek ya dead before de iron Curtin

Dem say war, mi in and tek it ova
Boy face mash up day dem have fi mek it over
Yes basically, it's dem make it pon mi shoulder
And mi bus it like a off an informer shoulder
Dem boy deh nah bad
Dem have a bag uh
mama ball....................]
Police full de de thugs dem empty de magazine
[ayyyyy...........]
Now de endin of de bag uh
I tell man bout stop fly true de boi gabadin
You wanna, die or die slow?
My 4.4 mek ya didn't breed ya
So ya kids didn't to grow
You know, we're killers
mash-up to ya toe
De gully side, that's how we

said I'm evil, David Constantine
And dem is my war
No sanity in these constant
fly true dem dutty mind
Dem diss
Cubans, rise up de dutty nine

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[ayyyyy........]
Dead dem