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

ball gangsters, unleash the law
Straight up, colorful drawers, bad
On the weekend eat a raw like Flounder
Fuckin' wit' mine or how we
My might 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 niggas the same coats
All rich niggas with the coke

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

Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin' me
Sayin' "Peace" to the nigga thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, a pose
Baby girl, a drink 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 fashion
Dance floor with whites, blacks and Latins

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

All lit, the fly life we live
The lingo is to let y'all niggas
High niggas , I'm set like nuh, purple 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 Momma for usin' his
(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 they you
I'm not a gangsta, I thugs too
I'm just a nigga that painted a without a paintbrush too
Without a too

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

From Pizzeria, peace, hate to be ya
Especially when the shots ring off in slow
yo' head hit the meter
You lost two leaders, at the case speeder
Peter slid through shook 'em down for his
James chased Theresa a hatchet on Easter

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

And your girl, I eat her
I'm a lover, not a
(Well, yeah)
I catch her for a piece

as good as the rest of 'em
And as bad as the
So hate me
You'd move over, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Eah, fuckin'

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

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