Luyện nghe bài hát First... And Then

Shh, I'm sayin', I wasn't gonna 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, as velour
Step in the light, Sheep, rep in it right
Never we high, too ebony pride

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

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

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

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

But first, with the excel
And then everything you do you do it
And then even if hurt you never 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, a phantom, amidst the meddlesome
Destined to hit the top, the kettledrum
Kennel one pedigree, the flow stank
Share my point of view in a way stingy

I be the principal, it be
be no optical above the pinnacle
More I got a fuse, for when you got to choose
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 compensate
It's Dres, D R E S, the one does it best
My styles illustrious, my moves are

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

But first, with the excel
And then everything you do, you do it
And then even if 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 I'm walking on red carpet everywhere that I go
A renegade rhymes rolling to the tune, low key
Opposite the ropes where Heinekens flow 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 front for nada, it don't a thing
The keys I got are the ones swinging on my key ring

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

So cool, they called me old 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 free

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

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

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