Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

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

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

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

What the oh the heck? Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track
brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope 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 cabs 93 we take loot
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the who's got bitches

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

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

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

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

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

I'm not your carbon but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the popped me, I had the hydros
But they repo'd my crops and still, I like scotch on the rocks
I just gets 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, the funk, all right, freak the funk
Freak the funk, freak the funk, freak the funk, the funk

I want the man, farmer man
I the farmer man, you want the farmer man?
Yeah, I the farmer 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 to P-funk
enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips are gigantic

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

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

Ah shit, NS, NS
like NS to me