Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Songs

They about 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 so they buy brown,
Buy light, round,
Tryna hustle on the streets to get the pound.
A little getting knifed down,
Cos nigger got pissed and brought a round,
They care about a sign said put the knives down,
little niggers gonna get the knives now,
Rinse off the and put a life down,
of the shit we live our lives round.
That's why i can't understand all the down.

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

I to roll strapped up packin a glock,
round rinsing at the back of a block,
Used to shot whole packets of rock,
Now I make music, what plannin to block.
Fuck these lil cops,
I a long way from a raggody top,
Old reboks, and my on,
Now everything I get my gravity on.
The whole gettin mad at me songs,
they dont like 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 shadows in the sun grow long...we to a slow, slow song.

It's a phase we know,
hazy glow,
Coming off the 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 draw the socks,
Feeling ever than a lot,
I used to shottins at the squats,
it, duck it in the bucket seat,
Spunked all my and my luck, you see,
Am i grind
sometimes,
Mixing wine with wine,
nights on the pave like,
With types,
Chitter chatter the latter,
bye.
right.
stay tight.

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