Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

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

I was through the hood
Eighteens 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 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 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 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the
Ever property, Monopoly, big
Snatch the cream, whether in the hall or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy
Like I'm still coppin' big eights papi
Follow me, whether Gras' or house party
It's like safari, ain't mean to catch the body
But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, to knock me

I'm known to ya blood like the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head a naughty
then call myself Collar Ratsi
Professionally trained, I am for artery
I give the but charge for photography
Not hardly kid, you awkward God
a carbon copy, just started to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, spaz off ghetto opery
Or catch the hot seat, bawty boy without 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
me the reasons

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

They couldn't get me, watch me move
Broke the unmarked fifty with cabby who was a gypsy
He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills
Drivin' the streets he kept on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on
the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay
Mere fact that the track was a fierce
All those who couldn't were sent back
No tanks, low rank, soldiers the heart
Tainted the of an empire, was torn apart
Brought to a halt a front full assault
The chemist left the lab undetermined results
They saw the swordsman electrical volts
The threw nuts with loose screws and bolts
The archives 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
me the reasons

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