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 rolls o' fly Mo-et ho
All niggas
(Woah)

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

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

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

Rubba-dub, ass in the club, me love
Sayin' "Peace" to the nigga 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 happenin'?
Any shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for
Mashin', the fashion
Dance packed with 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 wreck ya body as turn the party out

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

I'd better pay Big Momma for usin' his
Pay Big for usin' his lyrics
(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, after plug you
I'm not a gangsta, I thugs too
I'm just a nigga that painted a picture without a too
a paintbrush too

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

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

Two murders in the 'hood, we 'em double features
Watch how I eat this, freak the best
At the prayer 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

as good as the rest of 'em
And as bad as the
So don't me
You'd better move over,
(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 ain't got a chance
Stadio,
up, ya now dead