Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Ya Roll

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

15 the triple beam, working 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 young bitches, he to be afraid, but
Now he the shit, cus he gettin' paid (I like that)
When I was his age, I had the same kinda
Had to rush to get paid, on a fresh pair of J's
On a niggas feet, and it was to ball
To go to school and tell them niggas they ain't fuckin' wit'
Don't hit it, to the grime, wit' a pocket full of
I hope you got that 9 and he got it on his
Cus the haters won't like that, would you
Cus the will buck, and show a man his ass
your back lil' nigga, the game is cold
And most of us don't it old, slow your roll

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

16 with a bullet to his hip bone, he was
They shot him right in front of wasn't even trippin'
He up, let his anger build up
Now he's ready for war, he 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 you heard me)
Passenger seat he Woo-ney, (who is Woo-ney?)
He's that nigga that pulled the when he stole me
Take that mothafucka! That's what he yelled
As the automatic went
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 laws in
Own
His daddy told me like a grown man, wooo, slow roll

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

Ain't got a gun, twerk it with a shank knife
See he was times bigger, it wouldn't mean shit to the trigger
But you get to it quicker, I seen the look in his eyes
When the penetrated, he bled 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 for a killer?
to a lil' nigga, who praised nothin' 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 most of us make it old...
Slow roll.