Luyện nghe bài hát First... And Then

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

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

Something to see, scratch that, ya be
Paying my dues, God knows, nothing for
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, Sheep, killing the pain
Spilling the love, sunshine, the same

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

First, exhale the excel
And then call your crew on net cell
And then open up a beer and 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 hurt you never tell
And then everybody the clientele

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

I move, a phantom, amidst the meddlesome
Destined to hit the top, Dres the
Kennel one pedigree, the stank dingee
my point of view in a world way stingy

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

won't be no debate, my skills are overweight
If you hold, you hate, I over compensate
Dres, D R E S, the one that does it best
My illustrious, my moves are limitless

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

But first, with the excel
And then you do, you do it well
And then if your hurt you never tell
And then everybody 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 with rhymes rolling to the tune, low key
Opposite the velvet where Heinekens flow free

And I'm known the world for what I do with one bar
Slap a rapper, crack a nigga lower lumbar
Ain't front for nada, it don't mean a thing
The keys I got are the ones 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 blow
Just gotta be Dres, stay black and get

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

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

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

front? Back, I'm 'bout to rip
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