Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

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

I was through the hood
Eighteens with the whip, 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 on the candy apple Kawasaki
is sloppy, philosophical for those who copy
I'll probably splash her tonight, block
on Lime Bacardi got me toxy
Plus the Cali 'dro me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
Ever property, Monopoly, big
Snatch the cream, in the concert hall or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby, got me Rudy Giulianni
Like I'm coppin' big eights from papi
Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house
It's wild safari, ain't mean to catch the body
But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryin' to me

I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate chop ya like a naughty
Dread then 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, just to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto
Or catch the hot seat, bawty boy without ya posse

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

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

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
me the reasons

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