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, the max, it's really Digital
Rockin' the latest in, every day at niggaz
Rockin' the 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 with the whip, gray
Leavin' marks on five-oh, smokin' all the way

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

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

I'm known to pump ya like the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate ya head like a naughty
Dread then myself Collar Ratsi
trained, I am for your artery
I give the autographs but charge for
Not kid, you awkward God body
You'se a copy, just started to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, spaz off this opery
Or catch the hot seat, bawty boy without 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
me the reasons

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

They get me, watch me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a
He tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy
Drivin' the streets he kept heat on the night,
Quickly, who ring bells like twelve on Sunday?
While the stage shells from forceful gunplay
Mere fact the track was a fierce counterattack
All who couldn't multiply were sent back
No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the
the heart of an empire, was torn apart
Brought to a halt a front full assault
The left the lab with undetermined results
saw the swordsman sift electrical volts
The audience threw nuts with loose and bolts
The archives automatically ya stiff vibes
It was layin' in the zip drive from five

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
Give me the

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