Luyện nghe bài hát Show Out Remix

[Hook: Roscoe

Oh
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 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 like there's no tomorrow

[Verse 1:

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

[Verse 2: Nasty

I'm 151 today, and maybe a blunt tonight
The way I'm takin' Delta on this flight, I'm ridin' 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 stoned not knowin' what's on
Flip the lights on, still dark everywhere we out, it be a blackout, we always spark
Gettin' crunk, crunk, crunk, gettin' high, high,
Tryna fight with me, I wouldn't try
Comin' in strapped, feeling everybody's gonna die
Stepped on the scene and had all the starin'
My swag's on fire, can you see the shit
I'm whippin' down the freeway, stereo
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
when I see the girls they all wanna be strippin'
You wanna be young Then come wit me
I'm no Jay-Z, but we smoke tree
Don't worry 'bout it, wit me free
OK
OK

[Hook: Dash]

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 show you how I 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 like no tomorrow