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, slay the max, really Digital
Rockin' the in, every day comin' at niggaz
the latest in Ben Stillaways
Fuck that, the big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggaz
Now a money thing
Yo yo

I was Dashing 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 raps or Nixon times

They call me Rollie, watch me with the wide body Dinali
Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play
I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the apple Kawasaki
is sloppy, philosophical for those who copy
I'll splash her tonight, don't block
Sippin' on Lime got me toxy
Plus the Cali holdin' 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 Rudy Giulianni
I'm still coppin' big eights from papi
Follow me, Mardi Gras' or house party
It's wild like safari, ain't mean to the body
But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, to knock me

I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to
Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head a naughty
Dread then call myself Collar
Professionally trained, I am for artery
I the autographs but charge for photography
Not hardly kid, you God body
You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock
Spark the broccoli, spaz off ghetto 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
me the reasons

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

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