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

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

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

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

Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin' me
Sayin' "Peace" to the that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, strikin' a
Baby girl, a drink on my clothes, the new Girbaud's

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

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

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

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

And my stay dry 'cos I swallow the struggle
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
Without a too

Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids that made outta Korea
Top Sear, got's to be a lot to see a
[Unverified] be beamed up behind the
Askin' how Maria pop
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
Peter slid through shook 'em 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 teacher
At the prayer with the
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 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
Stoop for the
(Yeah)
Yeah,
(Yeah)

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