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

ball gangsters, unleash the law
Straight up, colorful drawers, bad
On the weekend eat a raw style 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
out, colored Durangos switch to me, broke
That's how I picture rich with the same coats
All rich niggas with the coke

You can us cruisin' all on a ship
equipped, on a Star 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, showin' me
Sayin' "Peace" to the nigga that thug, I got the
And the .38, snub-nose, strikin' a
Baby girl, threw a on my clothes, the new Girbaud's

Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, what's happenin'?
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 down 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 is to let y'all niggas know
High niggas rent , I'm set like nuh, and the new Lex
Trifle and work, let's murder everything that Wu sent

I'd pay Big Momma for usin' 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 mouth stay dry 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 without a paintbrush too
Without a too

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

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

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

And girl, I might 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 better over, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Eah, idiots

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

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