Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

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

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

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

They call me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide Dinali
Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play
I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple
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 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 Rudy Giulianni
Like I'm coppin' big eights from papi
Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house
It's wild like safari, ain't to catch the body
But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, to knock me

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

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

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

They couldn't get me, me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with this who was a gypsy
He stayed tipsy, said he his bills crispy
Drivin' the streets he heat on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring like it's twelve on Sunday?
While the stage shells from forceful gunplay
Mere fact that the was a fierce counterattack
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 from a front full
The left the lab with undetermined results
They saw the swordsman sift electrical
The audience threw with loose screws and bolts
The archives automatically changed ya stiff
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
me the reasons

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