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

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

Layin' in the tropics, big dick on park
They way his look, niggas on top it
Movin' out, colored switch to me, broke
That's how I rich niggas with the same coats
All niggas with the same 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 click
(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, strikin' a
Baby girl, threw a drink on my clothes, the new

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

All N Together, for worship 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 lit, the fly life we live
The is to let y'all niggas know
High niggas rent , I'm set like nuh, and the new Lex
Trifle and work, let's murder that Wu wanted sent

I'd better pay Big Momma for 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 that painted a picture without 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 beamed up the stove
Askin' how pop Leah
out Leah, burst out a purse with the Gods you jeer

From Pizzeria, peace, hate to be ya
Especially when the shots ring off in slow
When yo' head hit the
You lost two leaders, at the same case
slid through shook 'em down for his reefer
James chased with a hatchet on Easter

Two in the 'hood, we call 'em double features
Watch how I eat this, the best teacher
At the prayer the preacher
I get in the bleachers

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

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

Yo, uh, uh, motherfuckers
right, all my shit is bulletproof
Stoop for the
(Yeah)
Yeah,
(Yeah)

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