Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

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

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

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

call me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body Dinali
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 splash her tonight, don't block
on Lime Bacardi got me toxy
Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape the Roxy
Ever property, Monopoly, big
Snatch the cream, whether in the hall or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Giulianni
Like I'm still coppin' big eights papi
Follow me, whether Gras' or house party
It's wild like safari, ain't mean to the body
But had 'em off the first blow, tryin' to knock me

I'm known to pump ya like the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate ya head like a naughty
Dread then call myself Ratsi
Professionally trained, I am for your
I give the autographs but for photography
Not hardly kid, you awkward God
You'se a carbon copy, started to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, spaz off this 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
Give me the

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

They couldn't get me, watch me swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with this who was a gypsy
He stayed tipsy, said he his bills crispy
Drivin' the he kept heat on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring like it's twelve on Sunday?
While the stage catch from forceful gunplay
Mere that the track was a fierce counterattack
All those who couldn't multiply were back
No tanks, low rank, soldiers the heart
Tainted the of an empire, was torn apart
Brought to a from a front full assault
The chemist left the lab undetermined results
They saw the swordsman electrical volts
The audience threw nuts with screws and bolts
The archives automatically changed ya stiff
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
Give me the

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

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