Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Songs

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

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

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

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

just a phase we know,
That glow,
Coming off the road,
But I'm like Khan, I appear calm,
All that charm,
But I clip ear ole' raw,
Keep score of 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,
Spunked all my and my luck, you see,
Am i grind
sometimes,
Mixing white with wine,
Late nights on the 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.