Luyện nghe bài hát First... And Then

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

the door, catch ya coping for more
Told you before, velvet, smooth as
Step in the light, Sheep, rep in it right
we high, too much 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 crack

Running the course, got black, running force
Rocking the spot, got y'all, loving the
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, it's own
Making it knock, all the way the writer's block
Geek in ox tails cocktails, holding my cock, yo

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

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

I'm the type to not follow, and drop 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, amidst the
to hit the top, Dres the kettledrum
Kennel one pedigree, the flow stank
my point of view in a world way stingy

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

There 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 styles illustrious, my moves are

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

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

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

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 only keys I got are the swinging on my key ring

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

So cool, they me old school in the eighties
With ladies in their Mercedes at the foot of the
On some Boy shit, telling how to trust me
Till she's in tongues, screaming out monk free

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

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

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