Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Ya Roll

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All the 22nd in columbus ohio
From a o-g to a
Slow your roll
Shell
it

15 with the triple beam, the streets
Lil' nigga gotta ride, now he's bumpin' the
(it's all good, all good)
He by makin' the noise, odd boy
Yah we see him the chip phone
He talkin' to them young bitches, he 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 to get paid, keep on a fresh pair of J's
On a niggas feet, and it was to ball
To go to and tell them niggas they ain't fuckin' wit' chall
hit it, to the grime, wit' a pocket full of dimes
I hope you got 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 game is
And most of us don't make it old, your roll

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

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

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

Ain't got a gun, gotta it with a shank knife
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 knowing how I kicked the game to him
Gave a name to him, on the block now he caught in the box
Is there a heaven for a
Forgiveness to a nigga, who praised nothin' but skrilla
All he wanted was the things...
Laid in his casket his Rolex and his diamond rings.
Dear God mercy on his young soul...
See he was told det of us don't make it old...
Slow roll.