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 comin' at
Rockin' the latest in Ben
Fuck that, the big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggaz
Now that's a thing
Yo yo

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

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

They call me Rollie, watch me with the wide body Dinali
Packed the bad hottie, enough ice to play hockey
I swarm like paparazzi, she a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy, philosophical for who copy
I'll probably splash her tonight, don't
Sippin' on Lime got me toxy
Plus the Cali 'dro me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
Ever property, Monopoly, big
the cream, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy
I'm still coppin' big eights from papi
Follow me, Mardi Gras' or house party
It's wild safari, ain't mean to catch the body
But had 'em off the first blow, tryin' to knock me

I'm to pump ya blood like the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head like a
Dread then call myself Ratsi
Professionally trained, I am for your
I give the autographs but charge for
Not hardly kid, you God body
You'se a copy, just started to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, spaz off this opery
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
Give me the

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

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
me the reasons

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