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 illest
Tally up pen, yo, Live meetin'
in the lab with rolls o' fly Mo-et ho
All eatin'
(Woah)

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

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

You can us cruisin' all on a ship
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, 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 packed with whites, blacks and Latins

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

All magazine's lit, the fly life we
The lingo is to let niggas know
niggas rent , 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 his lyrics
(You betta)
Pay Big Momma for his lyrics
Pay Big Momma for his lyrics
(Come on, on)

And my mouth stay dry I swallow the struggle
I connect you to a VCR, after they plug you
I'm not a gangsta, I thugs too
I'm just a nigga that a picture without a paintbrush too
a paintbrush too

Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta
Top Sear, got's to be a lot to see a
be beamed up behind the stove
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
When yo' hit the meter
You lost two leaders, at the same case
Peter slid shook 'em down for his reefer
chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter

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

And your girl, I 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, idiots

Yo, uh, uh, motherfuckers
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 niggas ain't got a
Stadio,
Word up, ya now