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, colorful drawers, bad
On the weekend eat a raw style like
wit' mine or how we design
My might find ya

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

You can catch us 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 whole
(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 on my clothes, the new Girbaud's

Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, nigga 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 whether its Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
Rock, skate, roll,
I'm bound to wreck ya body as they turn the out

All lit, the fly life 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 Wu wanted sent

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

And my mouth 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
a paintbrush too

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

Star's Pizzeria, peace, hate to be ya
Especially when the ring off in slow motion
When yo' hit the meter
You two leaders, at the same case speeder
Peter slid shook 'em down for his reefer
James chased Theresa a hatchet on Easter

Two murders in the 'hood, we 'em double features
how I eat this, freak the best teacher
At the prayer with the
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 hate me
You'd better over, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Eah, fuckin'

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

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