Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

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

I was Dashing through the
Eighteens with the whip, gray
skid marks on five-oh, smokin' all the way

With my team, bitches see our shine
Yo son we gotta that cream whether raps or Nixon times

They call me Rollie, me polly with the wide body Dinali
Packed the bad hottie, rocked ice to play hockey
I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a on the candy apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy, philosophical for who copy
probably splash her tonight, don't block
Sippin' on Lime got me toxy
Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape the Roxy
Ever property, Monopoly, big
Snatch the cream, whether in the concert or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Giulianni
I'm still coppin' 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 known to pump ya blood the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate ya head like a naughty
Dread then call myself Ratsi
Professionally trained, I am for artery
I give the autographs but for photography
Not hardly kid, you God body
You'se a carbon copy, just to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, off this ghetto opery
Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy ya posse

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

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
me the reasons

They couldn't get me, me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with this who was a gypsy
He stayed tipsy, said he his bills crispy
Drivin' the streets he heat on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring bells like it's on Sunday?
While the stage catch shells forceful gunplay
fact that the track was a fierce counterattack
All who couldn't multiply were sent back
No tanks, low rank, hittin' the heart
Tainted the of an empire, was torn apart
Brought to a from a front full assault
The chemist the lab with undetermined results
They saw the sift electrical volts
The audience threw nuts with loose and bolts
The automatically changed ya stiff vibes
It was in the zip drive from chest five

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

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

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

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