Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Songs

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

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

I to roll strapped up packin a glock,
round rinsing at the back of a block,
Used to cats whole packets of rock,
Now I make music, what they to block.
Fuck these lil cops,
I came a long way a raggody top,
Old reboks, and my on,
Now everything drops I get my on.
The whole industry mad at me songs,
Sayin dont like me the way I'm carrying on,
a mad journey,
These dont know where I'm travelling from.
make my buzz lighter,
Tryna get to me down my blud kyzer,
Smoke weed while on a budweizer.

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

just a phase we know,
That glow,
off the blazing road,
But I'm like Amir Khan, I calm,
All clear charm,
But I clip ear ole' raw,
Keep of what I got,
In the with the socks,
Feeling more than a lot,
I used to score at the squats,
Fuck it, it in the bucket seat,
all my currency and my luck, you see,
Am i blind
sometimes,
Mixing wine 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.