Luyện nghe bài hát Slow Ya Roll

Send out to my nigga mike king and
All the 22nd gangsters in ohio
a o-g to a b-gee
Slow your roll
shocked
it

15 with the triple beam, working the
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 talkin' to them young bitches, he to be afraid, but
Now he shootin' the shit, cus he gettin' paid (I 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 to ball
To go to school and tell them they ain't fuckin' wit' chall
Don't hit it, to the grime, wit' a full of dimes
I you got that 9 and he got it on his mind
Cus the haters like that, would you pass
Cus the niggas buck, and show a man his ass
Watch your back lil' nigga, the is cold
And most of us don't make it old, slow roll

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

16 with a bullet to his hip bone, he was
shot him right in front of momz' wasn't even trippin'
He healed up, let his build up
Now he's ready for war, he five deep in the car
And all dem got murder on dey mind
Your boy got that a.k., you got the tech 9 (I got the 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 automatic **bucka**bucka**
And all you gots to die
Is the killer in his eyes, or was it just a disguise
Cus I remember he was a lil' timid nigga, a lil' nigga
Now he the trigger, and who are you to take these laws in your
Own
His daddy told me like a grown man, wooo, slow your

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 eyes and see your

Ain't got a gun, gotta twerk it with a knife
See he was five bigger, it wouldn't mean shit to the trigger
But you get to it quicker, I seen the look in his eyes
When the blade penetrated, he like he menstruated.
And I sleep knowing how I kicked the game to him
Gave a name to him, on the block now he 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...
Laid in his casket with his and his diamond rings.
Dear God have on his young soul...
See he was told det of us don't make it old...
Slow roll.