Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

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

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

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

They call me Rollie, watch me with the wide body Dinali
Packed the bad hottie, rocked ice to play hockey
I swarm paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who
I'll probably splash her tonight, don't
on Lime Bacardi got me toxy
Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the
property, Monopoly, big shotti
Snatch the cream, in the concert hall or in the lobby
to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy Giulianni
Like I'm coppin' big eights from papi
Follow me, Mardi Gras' or house party
It's like 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 chop ya head like a naughty
Dread call myself Collar Ratsi
Professionally trained, I am for artery
I give the autographs but charge for
Not hardly kid, you awkward God
You'se a carbon copy, just started to Wallys
Spark the broccoli, off this ghetto opery
Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy without ya

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
me the reasons

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

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

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