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, Crew meetin'
Layin' in the lab rolls o' fly Mo-et ho
All niggas
(Woah)

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

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

You can catch us cruisin' all on a
Fully equipped, on a Tac, callin' a bitch
How much you get, when Absolute and Hennesey mix
(Ultimate, ultimate)
Wu shit, my whole
(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 on my clothes, the new Girbaud's

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

All N Together, together for 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 magazine's lit, the fly life we
The lingo is to let niggas know
High niggas rent , I'm set like nuh, and the new Lex
Trifle and work, let's murder everything that Wu sent

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

And my mouth stay dry I swallow the struggle
I might connect you to a VCR, after plug you
I'm not a gangsta, I hate too
I'm a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush too
Without a too

Bulletproof Wallets, 20 kids that says made outta Korea
Top Sear, to be a lot to see a rock
[Unverified] be beamed up 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 the shots ring off in slow motion
When yo' head hit the
You lost two leaders, at the case speeder
Peter through shook 'em down for his reefer
James chased Theresa with a on Easter

Two murders in the 'hood, we call 'em double
how I eat this, freak the best teacher
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

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

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

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