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 of cherries but don't forget there are pits

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

I some zig-zag, zig-zag
I need zig-zag, zig-zag
I need 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 Chevy and in
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not
But at this point there's no back

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

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

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

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

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

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

A bonanna bananafanafuno
Yet you know met her in a trio
up my glass jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat Creole don't the man of steel

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

How long can you freak the funk? How can you freak the funk?
I separate the good stuff from the junk, how long can you the funk?
Yeah, freak the funk, all right, the funk
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 want the man, you don't want no farmer man
Give me the farmer man, once it's the farmer man

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

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

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

Ah shit, NS, NS
Sounds NS to me