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 all the illest niggas
Tally up pen, yo, Live meetin'
Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly ho
All niggas
(Woah)

Wreckin' gangsters, unleash the law
Straight up, 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 shit on park
way his Clarks look, niggas on top it
Movin' out, Durangos switch to me, broke
That's how I picture niggas with the same coats
All rich with the same coke

You can us cruisin' all on a ship
Fully equipped, on a Tac, callin' a bitch
How much you get, when that 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

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

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

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

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

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

Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids says made outta Korea
Top Sear, got's to be a lot to see a
[Unverified] be beamed up behind the
how Maria pop Leah
Cursed out Leah, burst out a purse with the Gods you

From Pizzeria, peace, hate to be ya
Especially when the shots ring off in motion
yo' head hit the meter
You two leaders, at the same case speeder
Peter 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, the best teacher
At the prayer the preacher
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 good as the of 'em
And as bad as the
So don't me
You'd better over, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Eah, idiots

Yo, uh, uh, wallets
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,
Word up, ya now