Luyện nghe bài hát Flowers

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah

Yeah, yeah, y'know, tranquilise,
Yeah, yeah, yo,
(C'mon)
Raekwon,

See me in the club, got a gun on my Lex
Select and invade all the illest niggas
up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin'
Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly ho
All eatin'
(Woah)

Wreckin' ball gangsters, the law
up, colorful drawers, bad whores
On the weekend eat a raw style like
Fuckin' wit' mine or how we
My niggas might ya

Layin' in the tropics, big shit on park
They way his look, niggas on top it
Movin' out, colored Durangos to me, broke
That's how I picture rich niggas with the coats
All rich niggas with the coke

You can catch us cruisin' all on a
Fully equipped, on a Tac, callin' a bitch
How you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix
(Ultimate, ultimate)
Wu shit, my whole
(Ultimate, ultimate)

Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin' me
Sayin' "Peace" to the nigga that thug, I got the
And the .38, snub-nose, a pose
Baby girl, a drink on my clothes, the new Girbaud's

Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, what's happenin'?
Any shit, holdin' my dick, a clip, thanks for askin'
Mashin', the latest
Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and

All N Together, together for worship
Now I put it down whether its Methy, Method, or
Rock, skate, roll,
I'm bound to wreck ya body as turn the party out

All lit, the fly life we live
The lingo is to let y'all know
High niggas , I'm set like nuh, purple and the new Lex
Trifle and work, let's everything that Wu wanted sent

I'd pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
Pay Big Momma for usin' his
(You betta)
Pay Big Momma for his lyrics
Pay Big for usin' his lyrics
(Come on, on)

And my mouth stay dry 'cos I swallow the
I might connect you to a VCR, they plug you
I'm not a gangsta, I hate too
I'm just a nigga that painted a picture a paintbrush too
a paintbrush too

Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids says made outta Korea
Top Sear, got's to be a lot to see a
[Unverified] be up behind the stove
Askin' how Maria pop
out Leah, burst out a purse with the Gods you jeer

From Star's Pizzeria, peace, to be ya
Especially when the shots off in slow motion
yo' head hit the meter
You lost two leaders, at the case speeder
Peter slid through shook 'em down for his
James chased Theresa with a on Easter

Two murders in the 'hood, we call 'em features
how I eat this, freak the best teacher
At the with the preacher
I get in the bleachers

And girl, I might eat her
I'm a lover, not a
(Well, yeah)
I still her for a piece

He's as good as the of 'em
And as bad as the
So don't me
You'd better move over,
(Yeah, yeah)
Eah, idiots

Yo, uh, uh, wallets
That's right, all my shit is
for the bulletproof
(Yeah)
Yeah,
(Yeah)

Bulletproof
(DJ, DJ)
On yo' ass nigga, you
Dirt-ass niggas, ya ain't got a chance
Stadio,
up, ya now dead