Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

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

I was Dashing the hood
Eighteens with the whip, smoke
Leavin' skid on five-oh, smokin' all the way

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

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

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

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
me the reasons

They couldn't get me, me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a
He stayed tipsy, said he his bills crispy
the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring bells like twelve on Sunday?
the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay
Mere fact that the was a fierce counterattack
All who couldn't multiply were sent back
No tanks, low rank, hittin' the heart
Tainted the heart of an empire, was torn
Brought to a from a front full assault
The chemist left the lab undetermined results
They saw the swordsman sift electrical
The audience threw nuts with loose and bolts
The archives changed 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
me the reasons

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

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