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

I was Dashing the hood
Eighteens with the whip, smoke
Leavin' marks 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

They call me Rollie, watch me with the wide body Dinali
Packed the bad hottie, enough ice to play hockey
I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy, philosophical for who copy
I'll probably her tonight, don't block
Sippin' on Lime Bacardi got me
Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to like the Roxy
Ever property, Monopoly, big
Snatch the cream, whether in the concert hall or in the
Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Giulianni
Like I'm coppin' big eights from papi
Follow me, whether Mardi or house party
It's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the
But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, to knock me

I'm known to ya blood like the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate chop ya like a naughty
Dread then call myself Ratsi
trained, I am for your artery
I the autographs but charge for photography
Not hardly kid, you awkward God
You'se a copy, just started to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, spaz off ghetto opery
Or catch the hot seat, bawty 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
me the reasons

They couldn't get me, watch me move
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 forceful gunplay
Mere fact that the track was a fierce
All who couldn't multiply were sent back
No tanks, low rank, soldiers the heart
Tainted the heart of an empire, was torn
Brought to a halt from a full assault
The chemist left the lab undetermined results
saw the swordsman sift electrical volts
The audience threw nuts with 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
me the reasons