Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

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

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

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

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

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 nigga got bitches

Michael is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna jam with your band
You gotta it all across 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 beats in my tennis shoes on my feet
tried to flex but he had to be smoked
So I shot him in the ass on the

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

Souped on the beat like a bowl of 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 anna bonanna
Yet you know met her in a trio
Souped up my jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm Creole don't like the man of steel

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

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

I the farmer man, farmer man
I want the farmer man, you the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man, you want no farmer 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 bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips that are

'Cause I'm take you in a frenzy
you out is easier than 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 on the mic device when I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you pay the price
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