Luyện nghe bài hát First... And Then

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

Open the door, ya coping for more
Told you before, velvet, smooth as
Step in the light, Black Sheep, rep in it
we high, too much ebony pride

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

Running the course, got black, running force
Rocking the spot, got y'all, loving the
the flame, Black Sheep, killing the pain
Spilling the love, sunshine, the same

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

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

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

I'm the to not follow, lead and drop throttle
Recline and pop bottles 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
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 molecules

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 it best
My styles illustrious, my are limitless

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

But first, exhale the excel
And then everything you do, you do it
And even if your hurt you never 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 carpet that I go
A renegade with rolling to the tune, low key
Opposite the ropes where Heinekens flow free

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

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

So cool, called 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, out monk free

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

But first, exhale the excel
And everything you do, you do it well
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
What front? Back, I'm to rip
What front? Back, I'm to rip
What front? Back, I'm to rip