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

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

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

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 wheelie on the apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy, philosophical for who copy
I'll probably splash her tonight, block
Sippin' on Lime Bacardi got me
Plus the Cali holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape 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 Rudy Giulianni
Like I'm still coppin' big eights papi
me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party
It's wild like safari, ain't to catch the body
But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryin' to me

I'm known to ya blood like the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head a naughty
Dread call myself Collar Ratsi
Professionally trained, I am for your
I give the autographs but for photography
Not kid, you awkward God body
You'se a carbon copy, just to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, off this ghetto opery
Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy ya posse

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

They couldn't get me, me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with this who was a gypsy
He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills
Drivin' the he kept heat on the night, shifty
Quickly, who ring 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 multiply sent back
No tanks, low rank, soldiers the heart
the heart of an empire, was torn apart
Brought to a halt a front full assault
The chemist left the lab undetermined results
They saw the swordsman electrical volts
The audience threw nuts loose screws and bolts
The archives automatically changed ya stiff
It was layin' in the zip drive from chest

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