Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

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

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

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

They me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body Dinali
the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey
I like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy, for those who copy
I'll probably her tonight, don't block
on Lime Bacardi 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 hall or in the
Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Giulianni
Like I'm coppin' big eights from papi
me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party
It's wild safari, ain't mean to catch the body
But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, to knock me

I'm known to pump ya like the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate chop ya like a naughty
Dread then myself Collar Ratsi
Professionally trained, I am for artery
I the autographs but charge for photography
Not hardly kid, you awkward God
You'se a carbon copy, started to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, spaz off this opery
Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy ya posse

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

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

They get me, watch me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked with this cabby who was a gypsy
He stayed tipsy, said he his bills crispy
Drivin' the streets he kept heat on the night,
Quickly, who bells like it's twelve on Sunday?
While the stage catch shells forceful gunplay
Mere fact the track was a fierce counterattack
All those who couldn't multiply sent back
No tanks, low rank, hittin' the heart
the heart of an empire, was torn apart
Brought to a from a front full assault
The chemist left the lab with results
They saw the sift electrical volts
The audience threw nuts loose screws and bolts
The archives automatically changed ya stiff
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
Give me the

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