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 bullshit
People promise you of cherries but don't forget there are pits

No hints, it's quicks, it's the water and grits
got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And I high I better get by because my ally
About to flip that 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 new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I we're 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 take cabs 93 we take
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the nigga who's got

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

Hey now I was down the street bailin' to the beat
Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my
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, 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 a bowl of chicken noodles
I love Spanish dishes but no I'm not
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes Judo
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno

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

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

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

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

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

I'm frantic take you in a frenzy
Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a
Box well I rocks the styles to make you squirm
Yes I from 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 7-11 Slurpees
If can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes, yeah

Ah shit, NS, NS
Sounds NS to me