Luyện nghe bài hát Show Out Remix

[Hook: Dash]

Oh
I go I
up and I go out
I got of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
I go I
up and I go out
I got lots of gwalla, let me you how I show out

(Show out) Gucci, Louis, Prada, man I'm all my dollars
(Show out) I be all up in the mall, like there's no tomorrow
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like no tomorrow

[Verse 1:

Every time I out, you know I bring the glow out
Girls around me throw down, if I'm payin' got my dough out
Mostly get the free ones, you know I to keep ones
Like Usher, they my ones, and I love them good physique ones
You I'mma show out, play my songs and go out
Speakers, yeah they blow out, like I keep the hoes out
This mixtape gold, dawg, we breakin' the mold, dawg
This game's 'bout to unfold, dawg, so icy, we we cold, dawg
pass the dutchie, this girl really wanna touch me
And I see some muthafuckas, I think gon try jump me
always be spinnin', put your hands up, 'cuz we winnin'
Stay in church 'cuz I be sinnin', rewind beat to the beginning
(Yahh)
OK
OK

[Hook: Roscoe

I go I
up and I go out
I got lots of gwalla, let me you how I show out
I go I
up and I go out
I got of gwalla, let me show you how I show out

(Show out) Gucci, Louis, Prada, man I'm all about my
(Show out) I be all up in the mall, ballin like no tomorrow
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like there's no

[Verse 2: Nasty

I'm 151 today, and maybe a blunt tonight
The way I'm takin' Delta on next flight, I'm ridin' on an airplane
Got my rockstar cats on the side, call 'em High Street, blowin' the off this bitch
Fistpumpin' you know we be so stoned not knowin' what's on
Flip the lights on, dark everywhere we out, it be a blackout, 'cuz we always spark
crunk, crunk, crunk, gettin' high, high, high
Tryna with me, I wouldn't even try
in strapped, feeling like everybody's gonna die
Stepped on the and had all the haters starin'
My swag's on fire, can you see the glarin'
I'm whippin' the freeway, stereo blarin'
Everybody be hatin' on the chain I be
I can rap on a without even swearin'
No doubt I be hearin' crowd cheerin'
I'm all about my Benz, money, and
'Cuz when I see the girls all wanna be strippin'
You wanna be forever? Then come wit me
I'm no Jay-Z, but we smoke tree
Don't worry 'bout it, wit me it's
OK
OK

Roscoe Dash]

I go I
up and I go out
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I out
I go I
up and I go out
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I out

(Show out) Gucci, Louis, Prada, man I'm all my dollars
(Show out) I be all up in the mall, ballin there's no tomorrow
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like there's no