Luyện nghe bài hát First... And Then

Shh, I'm sayin', I even gonna do this shit
But I owe this a favor
why I'm go do shit
But motherfuckers better stay quiet

Open the door, catch ya for more
Told you before, velvet, as velour
Step in the light, Black Sheep, rep in it
Never we high, too ebony pride

Something to see, that, something ya be
Paying my dues, God knows, nothing for
it back, paper, making a stack
Counter-attack, dance floors, making them

the course, got black, running with force
Rocking the spot, got y'all, the choice
Feeling the flame, Sheep, killing the pain
the love, sunshine, feeling the same

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

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

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

I'm the type to not follow, lead and throttle
Recline and pop with designer top models
The type to not sweat it, not regret it
Said it 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 dingee
my point of view in a world way stingy

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

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

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

But first, exhale with the
And then everything you do, you do it
And then if your hurt you never tell
And then loves 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
Opposite the velvet ropes where Heinekens flow

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

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

So cool, called me old school in the eighties
ladies in their Mercedes at the foot of the Euphrates
On Handsome Boy shit, telling how to trust me
Till speaking in tongues, screaming out monk free

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

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

What Back, I'm 'bout to rip
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