Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

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

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

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

They call me Rollie, me polly with the wide body Dinali
the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey
I swarm like paparazzi, she a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy, philosophical for who copy
I'll splash her tonight, don't block
Sippin' on Bacardi got me toxy
Plus the Cali holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
property, Monopoly, big shotti
Snatch the cream, whether in the concert or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Giulianni
Like I'm still coppin' big eights papi
me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party
It's wild like safari, 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
Dread then call myself Collar
trained, I am for your artery
I give the autographs but charge for
Not kid, you awkward God body
You'se a carbon copy, just to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, spaz off this opery
Or the hot seat, you're 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
Give me the

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

They get me, watch me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a
He stayed tipsy, said he loved his crispy
Drivin' the he kept heat on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on
While the stage catch shells from forceful
Mere that the track was a fierce counterattack
All those who couldn't multiply were sent
No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the
Tainted the heart of an empire, was torn
Brought to a halt from a front assault
The chemist left the lab with undetermined
saw the swordsman sift electrical volts
The audience threw nuts with loose and bolts
The archives changed ya stiff vibes
It was layin' in the zip drive from chest

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