Luyện nghe bài hát Dashing (Reasons)

The had a pair of old Air Impalenisias on
Oh shit, the nigga had a pair of Air Christen
Rebel I, slay the max, it's really
Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at
Rockin' the latest in Ben
that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggaz
Now a money thing
Yo yo

I was Dashing through the
Eighteens with the whip, smoke
Leavin' skid marks on five-oh, all the way

With my team, bitches see our shine
Yo son we gotta make that cream raps or Nixon times

They call me Rollie, watch me with the wide body Dinali
Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play
I swarm paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
is sloppy, philosophical for those who copy
I'll probably her tonight, don't block
Sippin' on Lime Bacardi got me
the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
Ever property, Monopoly, big
Snatch the cream, whether in the hall or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby, got me Rudy Giulianni
Like I'm still coppin' big eights papi
Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or party
It's like safari, ain't mean to catch the body
But had 'em wobbly off the blow, tryin' to knock me

I'm known to pump ya like the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, karate chop ya head like a naughty
Dread then call myself Collar
Professionally trained, I am for artery
I give the autographs but for photography
Not kid, you awkward God body
a carbon copy, just started to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto
Or catch the hot seat, you're boy without ya posse

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
me the reasons

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
Give me the

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
me the reasons

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
Give me the

They couldn't get me, watch me swiftly
Broke the fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy
He stayed tipsy, said he his bills crispy
Drivin' the streets he kept on the night, shifty
Quickly, who bells like it's twelve on Sunday?
While the catch shells from forceful gunplay
Mere fact the track was a fierce counterattack
All those who couldn't multiply were sent
No tanks, low rank, soldiers the heart
Tainted the heart of an empire, was apart
Brought to a halt from a front full
The chemist left the lab undetermined results
They saw the swordsman sift electrical
The audience threw with loose screws and bolts
The archives automatically ya stiff vibes
It was layin' in the zip drive chest five

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
me the reasons

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
Give me the

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
Give me the

Come, come,
One for the dough, son
Give me the