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
Rebel I, slay the max, it's Digital
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 through the hood
Eighteens with the whip, smoke
skid marks on five-oh, smokin' all the way

With my team, bitches see our shine
Yo son we gotta make cream whether raps or Nixon times

They call me Rollie, watch me polly the wide body Dinali
Packed the bad hottie, enough ice to play hockey
I like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy, for those who copy
I'll probably splash her tonight, block
Sippin' on Lime got me toxy
Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 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 from papi
me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party
It's like 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 blood like the song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head like a
then 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 copy, just started to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto
Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy ya posse

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

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

They couldn't get me, watch me move
Broke the fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy
He stayed tipsy, he loved his bills crispy
Drivin' the streets he kept on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring bells like twelve on Sunday?
While the stage shells from forceful gunplay
Mere that the track was a fierce counterattack
All those who couldn't multiply were sent
No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the
the heart of an empire, was torn apart
Brought to a halt a front full assault
The chemist left the lab with results
saw the swordsman sift electrical volts
The audience threw nuts with loose screws and
The archives automatically 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
Give me the