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
up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin'
Layin' in the lab rolls o' fly Mo-et ho
All niggas
(Woah)

Wreckin' gangsters, unleash the law
up, colorful drawers, bad whores
On the weekend eat a raw like Flounder
Fuckin' mine or how we design
My niggas might 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 rich niggas with the same
All niggas with 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 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
girl, threw a drink on my clothes, the new Girbaud's

Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, nigga what's
Any shit, my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin'
Mashin', the fashion
Dance floor packed with whites, and Latins

All N Together, for worship better
Now I put it down whether its Methy, Method, or
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 niggas know
High niggas rent , I'm set nuh, purple and the new Lex
and work, let's murder everything that Wu wanted sent

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

And my mouth stay dry 'cos I swallow the
I connect you to a VCR, after they plug you
I'm not a gangsta, I thugs too
I'm just a nigga that painted a picture without a 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
[Unverified] be beamed up behind the
Askin' how pop Leah
Cursed out Leah, out a purse with the Gods you jeer

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

Two in the 'hood, we call 'em double features
Watch how I eat this, freak the best
At the with the preacher
I get skeet in the

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

He's as as the rest of 'em
And as bad as the
So don't me
You'd better move over,
(Yeah, yeah)
Eah, idiots

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

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