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 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 about my
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin there's no tomorrow

1: Prez]

Every time I show out, you know I 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 love them physique ones
You know I'mma show out, my songs and go out
Speakers, yeah they blow out, like I keep the hoes out
mixtape goin' gold, dawg, we breakin' the mold, dawg
This game's 'bout to unfold, dawg, so icy, that we we cold,
Someone pass the dutchie, this really wanna touch me
And I see muthafuckas, I think they gon try jump me
Rims be spinnin', put your hands up, 'cuz we winnin'
Stay in 'cuz I be sinnin', rewind this 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 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 ballin like there's no tomorrow

2: Nasty Boi]

I'm 151 today, and maybe a blunt tonight
The way I'm Delta on this next flight, I'm ridin' on an airplane
Got my rockstar cats on the side, call 'em High Street, blowin' the roof off bitch
Fistpumpin' you know we be so stoned not what's goin' on
Flip the lights on, dark everywhere we out, it be a blackout, 'cuz we always spark
Gettin' crunk, crunk, crunk, gettin' high, high,
Tryna with me, I wouldn't even try
Comin' in strapped, feeling like everybody's die
Stepped on the scene and had all the starin'
My swag's on fire, can you see the glarin'
I'm whippin' the freeway, stereo blarin'
be hatin' on the chain I be wearin'
I can rap on a beat without 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 forever? come wit me
I'm no Jay-Z, but we smoke tree
Don't worry 'bout it, wit me free
OK
OK

Roscoe 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 about my
(Show out) I be all up in the mall, ballin 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