Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Ya Roll

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All the gangsters in columbus ohio
a o-g to a b-gee
Slow roll niggas
shocked
it

15 with the triple beam, the streets
Lil' nigga 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' paid (I that)
When I was his age, I had the same kinda
Had to rush to get paid, keep on a fresh of J's
On a feet, and it was something to ball
To go to school and them niggas they ain't fuckin' wit' chall
Don't hit it, to the grime, wit' a pocket of dimes
I hope you got that 9 and he got it on his
Cus the haters won't that, would you pass
Cus the niggas buck, and show a man his ass
Watch back lil' nigga, the game is cold
And most of us make it old, slow your roll

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

16 with a to his hip bone, he was slippin'
shot him right in front of momz' wasn't even trippin'
He healed up, let his anger up
Now he's ready for war, he five deep in the car
And all dem niggas got murder on dey
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 nigga that pulled the trigger when he stole me
that mothafucka! That's what what he yelled
As the automatic **bucka**bucka**
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 skinny nigga
Now he pulled the trigger, and who are you to take these laws in
Own
His told me like a grown man, wooo, slow your roll

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

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