Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

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

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

With my all-star team, bitches see our
Yo son we gotta make cream whether raps 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 like paparazzi, she a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who
probably splash her tonight, don't block
Sippin' on Bacardi got me toxy
the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
Ever property, Monopoly, big
Snatch the cream, whether in the concert or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Giulianni
Like I'm still big eights from papi
Follow me, whether Mardi or house party
It's wild safari, ain't mean to catch the body
But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryin' to me

I'm known to pump ya like the theme song 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 Wallys
the broccoli, spaz off this 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
me the reasons

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 swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty this cabby who was a gypsy
He stayed tipsy, said he his bills crispy
the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty
Quickly, who bells like it's twelve on Sunday?
While the stage catch shells forceful gunplay
fact that the track was a fierce counterattack
All those who couldn't multiply were back
No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the
Tainted the heart of an empire, was apart
Brought to a halt from a full assault
The left the lab with undetermined results
They saw the swordsman electrical volts
The audience nuts with loose screws and bolts
The automatically 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
Give me the

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

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