Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

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

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

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

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

But to be exact, I've got flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cabs 93 we loot
'Cause the vinyl is
I'm the nigga who's got

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

Hey now I was walkin' down the street 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
Shot him in the ass on the

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

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

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

I'm not your copy 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 chills like scotch on the
'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props, you

How long can you freak the How long can you freak the funk?
I the good 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, the funk, freak the funk

I want the farmer man, 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 man, once again it's the farmer man

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

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

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

Ah shit, NS, NS
Sounds NS to me