Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Ya Roll

Send out to my nigga mike king and
All the 22nd in columbus ohio
a o-g to a b-gee
Slow roll niggas
Shell
it

15 with the beam, working the streets
Lil' gotta ride, now he's bumpin' the beats
(it's all good, all good)
He by makin' the noise, odd boy
Yah we see him with the phone
He to them young bitches, he used to be afraid, but
Now he shootin' the shit, cus he gettin' (I like that)
I was his age, I had the same kinda ways
Had to rush to get paid, on a fresh pair of J's
On a niggas feet, and it was something to
To go to and tell them niggas they ain't fuckin' wit' chall
Don't hit it, to the grime, a pocket full of dimes
I you got that 9 and he got it on his mind
Cus the haters won't like that, would you
Cus the niggas buck, and show 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 your
(rolll)
A nigga shoots the
(slow rolll)
You slow your roll
(rolll)
mama used to say,
(slow rolll)
it up young man
(roll)
A nigga the same
(slow rolll)
You better slow roll
What mama to say

16 a bullet to his hip bone, he was slippin'
They him right in front of momz' wasn't even trippin'
He up, let his anger build up
Now he's ready for war, he five deep in the car
And all dem niggas got on dey mind
Your boy got a.k., you got the tech 9 (I got the tech you heard me)
Passenger seat he 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 went **bucka**bucka**
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, your roll

17 a life sentence
He in a cell with the cousin of the nigga he
Now tell me how it feel to look him deep in his eyes and see 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 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
a name to him, on the block now he caught in the pine box
Is there a heaven for a
Forgiveness to a lil' nigga, who nothin' but skrilla
All he was the finer things...
Laid in his casket with his Rolex and his rings.
God have mercy on his young soul...
See he was told det most of us make it old...
your roll.