Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

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

I was Dashing the hood
Eighteens with the whip, smoke
skid marks on five-oh, smokin' all the way

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

They call me Rollie, watch me with the wide body Dinali
Packed the bad hottie, rocked ice to play hockey
I swarm paparazzi, she popped 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 holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
property, Monopoly, big shotti
Snatch the cream, in the concert hall or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy
Like I'm coppin' big eights from papi
Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house
It's wild like safari, ain't mean to the body
But had 'em wobbly off the blow, tryin' to knock me

I'm known to ya blood like the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might chop ya head like a naughty
then call myself Collar Ratsi
Professionally trained, I am for artery
I give the 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 opery
Or catch the hot seat, bawty boy without 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, me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a
He tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy
Drivin' the streets he heat on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on
the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay
Mere fact that the was a fierce counterattack
All those who couldn't multiply were back
No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the
Tainted the of an empire, was torn apart
Brought to a halt from a front assault
The chemist left the lab with undetermined
They saw the sift electrical volts
The audience threw nuts with screws and bolts
The archives automatically changed ya vibes
It was in the zip drive 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
Give me the

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