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 paper and invade all the niggas
up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin'
Layin' in the lab with o' fly Mo-et ho
All eatin'
(Woah)

Wreckin' gangsters, unleash the law
Straight up, colorful drawers, bad
On the eat a raw style like Flounder
wit' mine or how we design
My niggas might ya

Layin' in the tropics, big dick shit on
way his Clarks look, niggas on top it
Movin' out, colored switch to me, broke
That's how I rich niggas with the same coats
All rich niggas the same coke

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

Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin' me
"Peace" to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, a pose
Baby girl, threw a 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 fashion
Dance floor packed whites, blacks and Latins

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

All magazine's lit, the fly we live
The lingo is to let niggas know
niggas rent , I'm set like nuh, purple and the new Lex
Trifle and work, let's murder everything Wu wanted sent

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

And my mouth dry 'cos I swallow the struggle
I might connect you to a VCR, after they you
I'm not a gangsta, I thugs too
I'm just a nigga painted a picture without a paintbrush too
Without a too

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

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

Two murders in the 'hood, we call 'em double
Watch how I eat this, freak the best
At the with the preacher
I get skeet in the

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

He's as good as the of 'em
And as bad as the
So hate me
better move over, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Eah, idiots

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

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