Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

The nigga had a of old Air Impalenisias 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 this as Hollywood
Now that's a money
Yo yo

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

With my all-star team, bitches see our
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 popped a wheelie on the candy apple
Everything is sloppy, philosophical for who copy
probably splash her tonight, don't block
Sippin' on Bacardi got me toxy
Plus the Cali 'dro me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
Ever property, Monopoly, big
Snatch the cream, whether in the hall or in the lobby
to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy Giulianni
Like I'm still coppin' big eights papi
Follow me, whether Gras' or house party
wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the body
But had 'em off the first blow, tryin' to knock me

I'm known to pump ya blood the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate chop ya like a naughty
Dread then call Collar Ratsi
Professionally trained, I am for your
I give the autographs but for photography
Not hardly kid, you awkward God
a carbon copy, just started to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, off this ghetto opery
Or the hot seat, you're bawty 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
Give me the

They couldn't get me, me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with 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 it's twelve on
While the catch shells from forceful gunplay
Mere fact the track was a fierce counterattack
All those who couldn't were sent back
No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the
Tainted the heart of an empire, was apart
Brought to a halt a front full assault
The left the lab with undetermined results
They saw the swordsman sift volts
The threw nuts with loose screws and bolts
The archives automatically changed ya stiff
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