Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Ya Roll

Send this out to my nigga mike and
All the 22nd in columbus ohio
From a o-g to a
Slow your roll
Shell
it

15 with the beam, working the streets
nigga gotta ride, now he's bumpin' the beats
(it's all good, all good)
He pass by the noise, odd boy
Yah we see him with the chip
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 ways
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 you got that 9 and he got it on his mind
Cus the haters won't that, would you pass
Cus the niggas buck, and show a man his ass
Watch your back lil' nigga, the game is
And most of us make it old, slow your roll

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

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

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

Ain't got a gun, gotta twerk it a shank knife
See he was five times bigger, it mean shit to the trigger
But you can't get to it quicker, I the look in his eyes
When the blade penetrated, he like he menstruated.
And I can't sleep knowing how I kicked the 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 with his Rolex and his diamond rings.
Dear God have on his young soul...
See he was told det most of us make it old...
your roll.