Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

The had a pair of old Air Impalenisias on
Oh shit, the nigga had a pair of Air Christen
Rebel I, the max, it's really Digital
Rockin' the in, every day comin' at niggaz
Rockin' the in Ben Stillaways
that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggaz
Now a money thing
Yo yo

I was through the hood
with the whip, smoke gray
Leavin' skid marks on five-oh, all the way

With my all-star team, bitches see our
Yo son we gotta make that cream whether raps or Nixon

They call me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body
Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play
I swarm paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy, for those who copy
I'll probably splash her tonight, don't
Sippin' on Lime got me toxy
Plus the Cali 'dro me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
Ever property, Monopoly, big
the cream, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby, got me Rudy Giulianni
Like I'm still big eights from papi
Follow me, Mardi Gras' or house party
It's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the
But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, to knock me

I'm to pump ya blood like the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head like a
Dread then call myself Ratsi
Professionally trained, I am for artery
I give the autographs but for photography
Not kid, you awkward God body
You'se a carbon copy, just started to Wallys
the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto opery
Or the hot seat, you're bawty boy without ya posse

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
me the reasons

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
Give me the

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
Give me the

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
Give me the

couldn't get me, watch me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a
He stayed tipsy, said he loved his crispy
Drivin' the streets he kept on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on
While the stage catch shells forceful gunplay
Mere fact that the was a fierce counterattack
All those who couldn't multiply were back
No tanks, low rank, hittin' the heart
Tainted the heart of an empire, was apart
Brought to a halt from a front full
The chemist left the lab with undetermined
They saw the swordsman sift electrical
The audience nuts with loose screws and bolts
The archives automatically ya stiff vibes
It was layin' in the zip drive from five

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
me the reasons

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
Give me the

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
Give me the

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
Give me the