Luyện nghe bài hát First... And Then

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

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

Something to see, scratch that, ya be
my dues, God knows, nothing for free
Taking it back, paper, a stack
Counter-attack, floors, making them crack

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

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

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

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

I'm the type to not follow, and drop throttle
Recline and pop bottles with top models
The type to not it, stacking not regret 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 point of view in a world way

I be the principal, it be
There be no optical the pinnacle
More I got a fuse, for when 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 compensate
It's Dres, D R E S, the one does it best
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 the excel
And then everything you do, you do it
And then even if your hurt you never
And everybody loves the clientele

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

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

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

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

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

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

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