Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Songs

They talk about they wanna cut down,
I do something and they fly down,
I'm off, so I lie down,
a spliff, grab a pen, and I wind down.
Mad poverty.
Native Americans cant get so they buy brown,
Buy light, round,
Tryna on the streets to get the right pound.
A little getting knifed down,
Cos nigger got and brought a knife round,
They care about a sign said put the knives down,
little niggers gonna get the knives now,
Rinse off the ting and put a down,
of the shit we live our lives round.
That's why i can't all the fight down.

When the in the sun grow long...we listen to a slow, slow song.

I used to roll strapped up a glock,
Runnin round at the back of a block,
Used to shot cats whole of rock,
Now I make music, what plannin to block.
these lil faggoty cops,
I came a long way a raggody top,
Old reboks, and my on,
Now everything drops I get my on.
The industry gettin mad at me songs,
Sayin they dont me the way I'm carrying on,
a mad journey,
These fucker know where I'm travelling from.
Tryna make my lighter,
Tryna get to me lockin down my kyzer,
Smoke while sippin on a budweizer.

When the in the sun grow long...we listen to a slow, slow song.

just a phase we know,
That glow,
Coming off the road,
But I'm Amir Khan, I appear calm,
All clear charm,
But I clip ear ole' raw,
Keep score of I got,
In the draw the socks,
Feeling ever more a lot,
I used to score at the squats,
it, duck it in the bucket seat,
Spunked all my and my luck, you see,
Am i grind
sometimes,
Mixing white with wine,
nights on the pave like,
With types,
Chitter with the latter,
bye.
right.
Let's tight.

When the shadows in the sun grow long...we to a slow, slow song.