Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Ya Roll

Send this out to my nigga king and
All the 22nd in columbus ohio
From a o-g to a
Slow your roll
Shell
it

15 the triple beam, working the streets
Lil' nigga gotta ride, now bumpin' the beats
(it's all good, all good)
He pass by the noise, odd boy
Yah we see him with the phone
He to them young bitches, he used to be afraid, but
Now he shootin' the shit, cus he gettin' (I like that)
When I was his age, I had the kinda ways
Had to rush to get paid, keep on a fresh of J's
On a niggas feet, and it was to ball
To go to school and tell niggas they ain't fuckin' wit' chall
hit it, to the grime, wit' a pocket full of dimes
I you got that 9 and he got it on his mind
Cus the won't like that, would you pass
Cus the niggas will buck, and a man his ass
Watch your back lil' nigga, the is cold
And most of us make it old, slow your roll

(rolll)
Keep it on your
(rolll)
A shoots the same
(slow rolll)
You better slow your
(rolll)
What mama to say,
(slow rolll)
it up young man
(roll)
A nigga the same
(slow rolll)
You better slow your
What used to say

16 with a to his hip bone, he was slippin'
They shot him right in front of wasn't even trippin'
He up, let his anger build up
Now he's for war, he five deep in the black car
And all dem niggas got on dey mind
Your boy got that a.k., you got the tech 9 (I got the tech you me)
Passenger he spot Woo-ney, (who is Woo-ney?)
He's that nigga that pulled the trigger he stole me
Take that mothafucka! what what he yelled
As the automatic **bucka**bucka**
And all you niggas to die
Is that the in his eyes, or was it just a disguise
Cus I he was a lil' timid nigga, a lil' skinny nigga
Now he pulled the trigger, and who are you to take these in your
Own
His daddy me like a grown man, wooo, slow your roll

17 a life sentence
He in a cell the cousin of the nigga he killed
Now tell me how it feel to look him deep in his eyes and see whole

Ain't got a gun, twerk it with a shank knife
See he was five times bigger, it mean shit to the trigger
But you can't get to it quicker, I the look in his eyes
When the penetrated, he bled like he menstruated.
And I can't sleep knowing how I kicked the to him
Gave a to him, on the block now he caught in the pine box
Is there a for a killer?
Forgiveness to a lil' nigga, who praised but skrilla
All he was the finer things...
Laid in his casket with his and his diamond rings.
Dear God have mercy on his soul...
See he was told det of us don't make it old...
Slow roll.