Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Ya Roll

Send this out to my mike king and
All the 22nd gangsters in ohio
From a o-g to a
Slow your roll
shocked
it

15 with the beam, working the streets
Lil' gotta ride, now he's bumpin' the beats
(it's all good, all good)
He by makin' the noise, odd boy
Yah we see him the chip phone
He talkin' to them 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 same kinda
Had to to get paid, keep on a fresh pair of J's
On a niggas feet, and it was to ball
To go to school and tell them niggas ain't fuckin' wit' chall
hit it, to the grime, wit' a pocket full of dimes
I hope you got that 9 and he got it on his
Cus the haters like that, would you pass
Cus the niggas will buck, and a man his ass
Watch back lil' nigga, the game is cold
And most of us don't make it old, slow roll

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

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

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

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