Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

People hint and and they wanna know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across some
People promise you bowl of cherries but forget there are pits

No hints, it's quicks, it's like the and grits
They got another boy who can and do the fly flips
And that's I I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some

I some zig-zag, zig-zag
I some zig-zag, zig-zag
I need some zig-zag,

What the oh what the Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track
It's new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not
But at point there's no turning back

But to be exact, I've got more than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we cabs 93 we take loot
'Cause the vinyl is
I'm the who's got bitches

Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our
One I wanna just jam with your
You gotta play it all across the
The plan is grab the and say fuck it to the critics

Hey now I was down the street bailin' to the beat
Phat in my head tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to but he had to be smoked
So I shot him in the ass on the

Shot him in the ass on the
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Yep, shot him in the ass on the
him in the ass on the downstroke

Shot him in the ass on the
him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the
Shot him in the ass on the

Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken
I Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes Judo
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno

A anna bananafanafuno
Yet you know Shafino met her in a
up my glass jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat Creole like the man of steel

I'm not carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the popped me, I had the hydros
But they repo'd my and still, I chills like scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props, you

How long can you freak the funk? How long can you freak the
I separate the good stuff from the junk, how long can you the funk?
Yeah, freak the funk, all right, freak the
Freak the funk, freak the funk, freak the funk, the funk

I the farmer man, farmer man
I want the farmer man, you the farmer man?
Yeah, I the farmer man, you don't want no farmer man
Give me the farmer man, again it's the farmer man

I go from to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig who've got the hips that are gigantic

'Cause I'm frantic take you in a
you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzi
Box well I rocks the orthodox to make you squirm
Yes I come from Cali no I do not have a

I stand firm on the mic device I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the
I got more flavor 7-11 Slurpees
If can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes, yeah

Ah shit, NS, NS
like NS to me