Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

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

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

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

They call me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body
Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play
I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple
Everything is sloppy, philosophical for who copy
I'll splash her tonight, don't block
Sippin' on Lime got me toxy
Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the
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 big eights from 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 blow, tryin' to knock me

I'm known to ya blood like the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, karate chop ya head like a naughty
then call myself Collar Ratsi
Professionally trained, I am for your
I give the autographs but charge for
Not hardly kid, you God body
You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock
Spark the broccoli, spaz off ghetto opery
Or the hot seat, you're bawty boy without ya posse

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

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

They get me, watch me move swiftly
Broke the fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy
He tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy
the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on
While the stage catch shells from 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 from a front full
The chemist left the lab undetermined results
They saw the swordsman sift volts
The audience threw nuts loose screws and bolts
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
Give me the

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

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