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 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 1:

Every time I show out, you I bring the glow out
Girls me wanna throw down, if I'm payin' got my dough out
Mostly get the free ones, you know I choose to keep
Like Usher, they my freak ones, and I love them good ones
You know I'mma show out, 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 'bout to unfold, dawg, so icy, that we we cold,
Someone the dutchie, this girl 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'
in church 'cuz I be sinnin', rewind this 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 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 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

2: Nasty 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, call 'em High Street, blowin' the roof off this
Fistpumpin' you know we be so not knowin' what's goin' on
Flip the lights on, dark everywhere we out, it be a blackout, 'cuz we always spark
Gettin' crunk, crunk, crunk, high, high, high
fight with me, I wouldn't even try
Comin' in strapped, feeling like 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'
be hatin' on the chain I be wearin'
I can rap on a beat without even
No doubt I be hearin' this crowd
I'm all about my Benz, money, and
'Cuz when I see the girls they all be strippin'
You wanna be young Then come wit me
I'm no Jay-Z, but we smoke tree
worry 'bout it, wit me it's 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 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 my dollars
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin there's no tomorrow