Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

People hint and wonder and they wanna how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name
I'm 20 years of age I ran across bullshit
People promise you bowl of but don't forget there are pits

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

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

What the oh what the heck? Niggas just get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a and in fact
The is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at this point no turning back

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

Michael Ross is the genie he's our wishes
One I just jam with your band
You gotta play it all the land
The plan is grab the ducats and say it to the critics

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

Shot him in the ass on the
What? Shot him in the ass on the
Yep, 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
him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the

Souped on the beat like a of chicken noodles
I love dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip like Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom named

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

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

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

I want the farmer man, man
I want the farmer man, you want the farmer
Yeah, I want the farmer man, you want no farmer man
Give me the farmer man, once it's the farmer man

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

'Cause I'm frantic you in a frenzy
Takin' you out is easier than a pull-out out of a Benzi
Box well I the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from Cali no I do not a perm

I stand firm on the mic device when I nice
Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the
I got more flavor than Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes,

Ah shit, NS, NS
like NS to me