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 of age I ran across some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't there are pits

No hints, quicks, it's like the water and grits
They got another boy who can 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 some

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

What the oh what the heck? Niggas just wanna get to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a 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 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 giving our wishes
One I just jam with your band
You gotta play it all across the
The plan is grab the and say fuck it to the critics

Hey now I was walkin' down the street bailin' to the
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

him in the ass on the downstroke
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
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 but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I hoes like Judo
Never a chick who has a mom named Bruno

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

I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft for real
I used to but the fuzz popped me, I had the hydros
But they repo'd my crops and still, I chills scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets for them 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 can you freak the funk?
Yeah, the funk, all right, freak the funk
Freak the funk, freak the funk, the funk, freak the funk

I want the man, farmer man
I want the man, you want 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 to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the
I dig dips who've got the that are gigantic

I'm frantic 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 from Cali no I do not have a perm

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

Ah shit, NS, NS
Sounds NS to me