Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

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

I was Dashing through the
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 me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body Dinali
Packed the bad hottie, rocked ice to play hockey
I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a on the candy apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who
I'll probably splash her tonight, don't
Sippin' on 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 duckin' Rudy
Like I'm still coppin' big eights from
me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party
It's wild like safari, mean to catch the body
But had 'em off the first blow, tryin' to knock me

I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme to Rocky
Kamikaze, karate chop ya head like a naughty
Dread call myself Collar Ratsi
Professionally trained, I am for your
I the autographs but charge for photography
Not kid, you awkward God body
You'se a carbon copy, just started to Wallys
Spark the broccoli, spaz off ghetto opery
Or catch the hot seat, you're boy without ya posse

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

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 crispy
Drivin' the streets he heat 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 counterattack
All those who couldn't multiply were sent
No tanks, low rank, soldiers the heart
Tainted the of an empire, was torn apart
Brought to a halt from a front assault
The chemist the lab with undetermined results
saw the swordsman sift electrical volts
The audience threw nuts with loose and bolts
The automatically changed ya stiff vibes
It was in the zip drive from chest five

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
Give me the