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

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

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

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

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

Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, what's happenin'?
Any shit, my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin'
Mashin', the fashion
Dance floor packed with whites, and Latins

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

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

And my stay dry 'cos I swallow the struggle
I might connect you to a VCR, after they you
I'm not a gangsta, I hate 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 outta
Top Sear, to be a lot to see a rock
[Unverified] be beamed up the stove
Askin' how Maria pop
Cursed out Leah, burst out a purse the Gods you jeer

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

Two murders in the 'hood, we call 'em features
Watch how I eat this, freak the best
At the with the preacher
I get in the bleachers

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
better move over, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Eah, idiots

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

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