Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Down

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha

It took A Keys and Jay-Z to get city poppin' now
Rob Base, Dogg to get it rockin' now
Big money talking, Mayweather,
Gucci up 'cause he can't hard top it now

Now what you got a death wish
I beat a mothafucka, than Precious
Real nigga, you can find me the ex is
Whippin' in the kitchen, both hands

Recession got the hood pushin' than time clocks
So I a hundred in the streets, I don't buy stocks
the little mothafucka get his shine box
Good fellas, hood fellas on my block

If got a problem, I solve 'em
A couple keys yes, nigga rob 'em
Got the 9 in my pants, case you niggas wanna dance
a mothafucka shakin' like Harlem

I said we came in this bitch to murder things
And we gonna leave this bitch a murder scene
In black from head to toe, we murder
Do you know the name of the clique that murder
up?

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em
(Ha ha)
down, son, you killin' 'em

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em
(Ha ha)
down, son, you killin' 'em

Always on that flow shit, Montana
Cocaine capital, would be Atlanta
One, triple-O, where I'm from the whole goal
Nigga catch ya where I'm from, that's a stolen

Next up a homicide, ain't nobody seen
Wake up to a homicide, nobody dreams to
Welcome to the of the home invasion
DEA like to raid, you get your home raided

Went up in it a halfback from the Raiders
Bring a Half Mac, anything for paper
phantom, Avatar blue though
Parked space shit, we call that bitch Pluto

Grown living legend, in the hood I'm a
On that minute fourteen like a hero
Came a long way that toilet bowl white though
But be alright though

I said we in this bitch tonight to murder things
We gonna leave this bitch a murder scene
In from head to toe, we murder clean
Do you know the name of the clique that murder
up?

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em
(Ha ha)
down, son, you killin' 'em

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em
(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em

Always on my shit, Joey Viagra
Pull up, 'em car sick, abracadabra
Presto magic, on the scene
Party's all around me it's Gotti on the scene

Your money NBA, NFL all
My on the block going hard pumpin' diesel
do you want it, Joe stay blunted
I off but the ho's stay on it

is my castle, but it ain't white though
Ice so bright, shit like a light show
This my life, yo, go get bitch
Ball 'til we 'til the judge hit the pulpit

cowboys, that's my thing
Do it for my niggas locked down in the
In the state, in the Fed pen my rings
I don't need respect, the streets crowned me king

I said we in this bitch tonight to murder things
We gonna leave this bitch a murder scene
In from head to toe, we murder clean
Do you the name of the clique that murder teams?
up?

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em
(Ha ha)
down, son, you killin' 'em

(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em
(Ha ha)
Slow down, son, you 'em