Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

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

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

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

They call me Rollie, watch me polly the wide body Dinali
the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey
I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple
Everything is sloppy, philosophical for who copy
I'll probably splash her tonight, don't
Sippin' on Lime Bacardi got me
Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 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' Giulianni
Like I'm still coppin' big eights papi
Follow me, Mardi Gras' or house party
It's wild like safari, ain't to catch the body
But had 'em wobbly off the blow, tryin' to knock me

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

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 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
While the catch shells from forceful gunplay
Mere that the track was a fierce counterattack
All those who multiply were sent back
No tanks, low rank, soldiers the heart
Tainted the heart of an empire, was apart
Brought to a from a front full assault
The chemist left the lab with undetermined
saw the swordsman sift electrical volts
The audience nuts with loose screws and bolts
The archives automatically ya stiff 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
Give me the