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, slay the max, it's really
the latest in, every day comin' at niggaz
Rockin' the in Ben Stillaways
Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood
Now that's a thing
Yo yo

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

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

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

I'm known to pump ya blood like the song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head a naughty
then call myself Collar Ratsi
Professionally trained, I am for artery
I give the autographs but charge for
Not hardly kid, you God body
You'se a carbon copy, started to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto
Or catch the hot seat, you're 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, watch me move
Broke the unmarked fifty this cabby who was a gypsy
He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills
Drivin' the streets he kept on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on
While the stage catch from forceful gunplay
Mere fact the track was a fierce counterattack
All those who couldn't multiply were sent
No tanks, low rank, soldiers the heart
Tainted the of an empire, was torn apart
Brought to a halt from a front assault
The chemist left the lab undetermined results
They saw the swordsman electrical volts
The audience threw nuts with loose screws and
The archives automatically changed ya 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
Give me the

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

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