Luyện nghe bài hát Show Out Remix

[Hook: Dash]

Oh
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, 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 like there's no tomorrow

1: Prez]

Every I show out, you know I bring the glow out
Girls around me throw down, if I'm payin' got my dough out
get the free ones, you know I choose to keep ones
Like Usher, they my freak ones, and I them good physique ones
You know show out, play my songs and go out
Speakers, yeah they blow out, like I keep the hoes out
This mixtape goin' gold, dawg, we breakin' the mold,
This 'bout to unfold, dawg, so icy, that we we cold, dawg
Someone pass the dutchie, this really wanna touch me
And I see muthafuckas, I think they gon try jump me
always be spinnin', put your hands up, 'cuz we winnin'
Stay in church 'cuz I be sinnin', this beat to the beginning
(Yahh)
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 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 my dollars
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin there's no tomorrow

[Verse 2: Boi]

I'm feelin' 151 today, and a blunt tonight
The way I'm takin' Delta on this next flight, I'm on an airplane
Got my rockstar cats on the side, 'em High Street, blowin' the roof off this bitch
Fistpumpin' you know we be so not knowin' what's goin' on
Flip the lights on, still dark everywhere we out, it be a blackout, 'cuz we spark
Gettin' crunk, crunk, crunk, gettin' high, high,
fight with me, I wouldn't even try
Comin' in strapped, like everybody's gonna die
on the scene and had all the haters starin'
My swag's on fire, can you see the glarin'
I'm down the freeway, stereo blarin'
Everybody be hatin' on the chain I be
I can rap on a beat even swearin'
No doubt I be hearin' crowd cheerin'
I'm all about my Benz, money, and
when I see the girls they all wanna be strippin'
You be young forever? Then come wit me
I'm no Jay-Z, but we smoke tree
Don't 'bout it, wit me it's free
OK
OK

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