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 latest in, every day comin' at
Rockin' the in Ben Stillaways
Fuck that, the next big thing, lay as Hollywood niggaz
Now a money thing
Yo yo

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

With my all-star team, see our shine
Yo son we gotta make cream whether raps or Nixon 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
I'll probably splash her tonight, don't
Sippin' on Bacardi got me toxy
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' Rudy
I'm still coppin' big eights from papi
Follow me, whether Gras' or house party
It's like safari, ain't mean to catch the body
But had 'em off the first blow, tryin' to knock me

I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to
Kamikaze, might karate ya head like a naughty
Dread then myself Collar Ratsi
trained, I am for your artery
I give the autographs but charge for
Not hardly kid, you God body
You'se a carbon copy, started to rock Wallys
the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto opery
Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy 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
me the reasons

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

They get me, watch me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked with 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 on Sunday?
While the catch shells from forceful gunplay
Mere fact that the track was a counterattack
All those who multiply were sent back
No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the
Tainted the of an empire, was torn apart
Brought to a from a front full assault
The chemist the lab with undetermined results
They saw the swordsman sift volts
The audience threw nuts with screws and bolts
The archives automatically ya stiff vibes
It was layin' in the zip drive 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