Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

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

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

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

What the oh what the heck? Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not
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 vinyl is
I'm the who's got bitches

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

Hey now I was walkin' down the street to the beat
beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be
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
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
Shot him in the ass on the

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
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno

A anna bananafanafuno
Yet you know met her in a trio
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 jalopy for
I used to deal but the fuzz me, I had the hydros
But they my crops and still, I chills like scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets paid for them 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 long can you the funk?
Yeah, freak the funk, all right, the funk
Freak the funk, freak the funk, freak the funk, freak the

I want the farmer man, man
I the farmer 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 hip-hop to to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the to the Atlantic
I dig dips 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 well I rocks the styles to make you squirm
Yes I come 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 than 7-11 Slurpees
If can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes, yeah

Ah shit, NS, NS
like NS to me