Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

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

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

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

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

But to be exact, I've got more flavors a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take 93 we take loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the nigga got bitches

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

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

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

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

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

I'm not your copy but your first 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 like scotch on the
'Cause I just gets paid for hard-core props, you know

How long can you the funk? How long can you freak the funk?
I separate the good stuff 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 man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man, you don't no farmer man
Give me the farmer man, again it's the farmer man

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

'Cause I'm take you in a frenzy
Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a out of a Benzi
Box I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from no I do not have a perm

I stand firm on the mic when I gets nice
Don't roll the if you can't pay the price
I got flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes, yeah

Ah shit, NS, NS
like NS to me