Luyện nghe bài hát First... And Then

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

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

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

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

Setting the tone, Sheep, let it be known
Cooler than ice, it up, keeping it's own
Making it knock, all the way from the writer's
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 party all night rest well

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

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

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

I be the principal, it be
There be no optical above the
More I got a fuse, for when you got to choose
Who in a lot of crews, a molecules

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
front? Back, I'm 'bout to rip