Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Ya Roll

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

15 the triple beam, working the streets
Lil' nigga gotta ride, now he's bumpin' the
(it's all good, all good)
He pass by the noise, odd boy
Yah we see him with the phone
He talkin' to young bitches, he used 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, keep on a pair of J's
On a feet, and it was something to ball
To go to school and tell them 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 is cold
And of us don't make it old, slow your roll

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

16 with a bullet to his hip bone, he was
They him right in front of momz' wasn't even trippin'
He up, let his anger build up
Now ready for war, he five deep in the black 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 he spot Woo-ney, (who is Woo-ney?)
He's that nigga that pulled the trigger when he 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 remember he was a lil' timid nigga, a skinny nigga
Now he pulled the trigger, and who are you to take laws in your
Own
His daddy me like a grown man, wooo, slow your roll

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

Ain't got a gun, gotta twerk it a shank knife
See he was five times bigger, it wouldn't mean shit to the
But you can't get to it quicker, I seen the in his eyes
the blade penetrated, he bled like he menstruated.
And I sleep knowing how I kicked the game 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 nigga, who praised nothin' but skrilla
All he was the finer things...
in his casket with his Rolex and his diamond rings.
Dear God have on his young soul...
See he was det most of us don't make it old...
your roll.