Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

The nigga had a pair of old Air on
Oh shit, the nigga had a pair of Air Slater's
I, slay 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 through the hood
Eighteens with the whip, gray
skid marks on five-oh, smokin' all the way

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

They call me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body
Packed the bad hottie, enough ice to play hockey
I swarm like paparazzi, she a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy, for those who copy
I'll probably her tonight, don't block
Sippin' on Lime Bacardi got me
the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
Ever property, Monopoly, big
Snatch the cream, whether in the hall or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy
Like I'm still coppin' big eights papi
Follow me, whether Mardi or house party
It's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the
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 like a naughty
Dread call myself Collar Ratsi
Professionally trained, I am for your
I give the autographs but charge for
Not hardly kid, you awkward God
You'se a carbon copy, just to rock Wallys
the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto opery
Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy without ya

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

They couldn't get me, me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a
He stayed tipsy, said he loved his crispy
Drivin' the streets he heat on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring bells like it's on Sunday?
While the stage catch shells forceful gunplay
Mere fact that the was a fierce counterattack
All those who couldn't multiply were back
No tanks, low rank, soldiers the heart
Tainted the heart of an empire, was torn
Brought to a halt from a front full
The left the lab with undetermined results
They saw the swordsman electrical volts
The audience nuts with loose screws and bolts
The archives automatically ya stiff vibes
It was layin' in the zip drive from five

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

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