Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

People hint and wonder and they wanna how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm name 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 like the and grits
got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for thai

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

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

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

Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
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 walkin' down the bailin' to the beat
beats 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

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

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

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

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

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

How can you freak the funk? How long 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, freak the
Freak the funk, freak the funk, freak the funk, the funk

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

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

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

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

Ah shit, NS, NS
like NS to me