Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 than Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, it, I got herpes, yeah

Ah shit, NS, NS
Sounds NS to me