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 my dollars
(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

[Verse 1:

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

[Hook: Dash]

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 my dollars
(Show out) I be all up in the mall, ballin like there's no
(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 2: Nasty

I'm 151 today, and maybe a blunt tonight
The way I'm takin' on this next flight, I'm ridin' on an airplane
Got my cats on the side, call 'em High Street, blowin' the roof off this bitch
Fistpumpin' you know we be so not knowin' what's goin' on
Flip the on, still 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 shit
I'm whippin' down the freeway, blarin'
Everybody be hatin' on the chain I be
I can rap on a without even swearin'
No I be hearin' this 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 that
Don't worry 'bout it, wit me free
OK
OK

[Hook: Roscoe

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