Luyện nghe bài hát First... And Then

Shh, I'm sayin', I wasn't even gonna do shit
But I owe motherfucker a favor
why I'm go do shit
But ya'll motherfuckers better quiet

the door, catch ya coping for more
Told you before, velvet, smooth as
in the light, Black Sheep, rep in it right
Never we high, too much pride

Something to see, scratch that, ya be
Paying my dues, God knows, for free
Taking it back, paper, a stack
Counter-attack, dance floors, making them

Running the course, got black, running with
Rocking the spot, got y'all, the choice
Feeling the flame, Black Sheep, killing the
Spilling the love, sunshine, feeling the

Setting the tone, Black Sheep, let it be
Cooler ice, hamming it up, keeping it's own
Making it knock, all the way from the block
in ox tails with cocktails, holding my cock, yo

First, with the excel
And then call your on your net cell
And open up a beer and roll a L
And then party all night rest

But first, exhale the excel
And everything you do you do it well
And then even if your hurt you tell
And everybody loves the clientele

I'm the type to not follow, and drop throttle
and pop bottles with designer top models
The type to not sweat it, stacking not it
it with hot head, my thing, got to get it

I move, like a phantom, the meddlesome
Destined to hit the top, the kettledrum
Kennel one pedigree, the flow stank
Share my of view in a world way stingy

I be the principal, it be
be no optical above the pinnacle
More like I got a fuse, for you got to choose
Who in a lot of crews, a million

won't be no debate, my skills are overweight
If you can't hold, you hate, I over
It's Dres, D R E S, the one that does it
My illustrious, my moves are limitless

First, with the excel
And call your crew on your net cell
And open up a beer and roll a L
And then all night rest well

But first, exhale with the
And everything you do, you do it well
And even if your hurt you never tell
And then everybody the clientele

Now it doesn't even matter if I do or if I have dough
It's like I'm walking on red carpet that I go
A with rhymes rolling to the tune, low key
the velvet ropes where Heinekens flow free

And I'm known the world for what I do with one bar
Slap a rapper, even crack a nigga lumbar
Ain't front for nada, it don't mean a thing
The only keys I got are the ones on my key ring

Ain't gotta toss threads, throw rolls and dress
Just gotta be Dres, stay and get money
gotta smoke weed, pop ex or sniff blow
Just be Dres, stay black and get dough

So cool, they called me old in the eighties
With ladies in Mercedes at the foot of the Euphrates
On some Handsome Boy shit, telling how to me
Till she's speaking in tongues, out monk free

First, exhale with the
And then your crew on your net cell
And then open up a and roll an L
And then party all night rest

But first, exhale the excel
And then you do, you do it well
And then even if your hurt you never
And then everybody loves the

What front? Back, I'm to rip
What Back, I'm 'bout to rip
What Back, I'm 'bout to rip
What front? Back, I'm to rip
What front? Back, I'm to rip