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
paper and invade all the illest niggas
Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew
Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly ho
All eatin'
(Woah)

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

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

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

Rubba-dub, ass in the club, me love
"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, nigga what's
Any shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for
Mashin', the fashion
Dance floor packed with whites, 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 ya body as they turn the party out

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

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

Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids says made outta Korea
Top Sear, to be a lot to see a rock
be beamed up behind the stove
Askin' how pop Leah
Cursed out Leah, burst out a with the Gods you jeer

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

Two murders in the 'hood, we call 'em double
Watch how I eat this, freak the best
At the with the preacher
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 don't me
You'd better over, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Eah, fuckin'

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

wallets
(DJ, DJ)
On yo' ass nigga, you
Dirt-ass niggas, ya niggas got a chance
Stadio,
up, ya now dead