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 better stay 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

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

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

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 writer's
Geek in ox tails with cocktails, my cock, yo

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

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

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

I move, like a phantom, the meddlesome
to hit the top, Dres the kettledrum
Kennel one pedigree, the flow dingee
Share my point of view in a way stingy

I be the principal, it be
There be no above the pinnacle
More I got a fuse, for when 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
Dres, D R E S, the one that does it best
My styles illustrious, my moves are

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

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

Now it doesn't even matter if I do or if I don't have
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 flow free

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

Ain't toss threads, throw rolls and dress funny
gotta be Dres, stay black and get money
Ain't gotta smoke weed, pop ex or blow
Just be Dres, stay black 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 speaking in tongues, screaming out monk

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

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

What front? Back, I'm 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