Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Down

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha

It took A Keys and Jay-Z to get this poppin' now
Rob Base, Snoop to get it rockin' now
Big talking, Mayweather, Pacquiao
soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now

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

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

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

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

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 shit
Wake up to a homicide, nobody dreams to
Welcome to the home of the home
DEA like to raid, you might get home raided

Went up in it like a from the Raiders
Bring a Half Mac, for that paper
Two-door phantom, blue though
Parked outta space shit, we that bitch Pluto

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

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

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

money NBA, NFL all legal
My niggas on the block going hard pumpin'
However do you it, Joe stay blunted
I gets off but the stay on it

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

Cocaine cowboys, that's my
Do it for my locked down in the bing
In the state, in the Fed pen my rings
I need your respect, the streets crowned me king

I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder
We gonna this bitch tonight a murder scene
In black from head to toe, we murder
Do you know the name of the clique that 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