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
Tally up pen, yo, Crew meetin'
Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly ho
All niggas
(Woah)

ball gangsters, unleash the law
Straight up, drawers, bad whores
On the weekend eat a raw style Flounder
wit' mine or how we design
My might find ya

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

You can catch us cruisin' all on a
Fully equipped, on a Star Tac, 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 drink on my clothes, the new

Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, nigga what's
Any shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, for askin'
Mashin', the fashion
Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and

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

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

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

And my mouth stay dry 'cos I swallow the
I might connect you to a VCR, after they you
I'm not a gangsta, I hate too
I'm just a nigga that painted a 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
be beamed up behind the stove
Askin' how pop Leah
Cursed out Leah, out a purse with the Gods you jeer

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

Two murders in the 'hood, we 'em double features
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 still catch her for a

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

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

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