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, the max, it's really Digital
Rockin' the latest in, every day at niggaz
Rockin' the latest in Ben
that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggaz
Now that's a 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, bitches see our
Yo son we gotta make that cream whether or Nixon times

call me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body Dinali
Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play
I swarm paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy, for those who copy
probably splash her tonight, don't block
Sippin' on Bacardi got me toxy
Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm to 'scape like the Roxy
property, Monopoly, big shotti
Snatch the cream, whether in the hall or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby, got me Rudy Giulianni
Like I'm coppin' big eights from 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 to pump ya blood like the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate ya head like a naughty
Dread call myself Collar Ratsi
trained, I am for your artery
I give the but charge for photography
Not kid, you awkward God body
You'se a carbon copy, just to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, spaz off this opery
Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy without ya

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
Give me the

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

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
me the reasons