Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

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

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

I need some zig-zag,
I need some zig-zag,
I some zig-zag, 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 coming and I hope not wack
But at point there's no turning back

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

Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna 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
Phat beats in my head tennis on my feet
Nigga to flex but he had to be smoked
So I shot him in the ass on the

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

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

A bonanna bananafanafuno
Yet you know Shafino met her in a
up my glass jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat Creole like the man of steel

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

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

I want the farmer man, man
I want the farmer man, you want the man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man, you 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 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 than pullin' a pull-out out of a
Box well I the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from no I do not have a perm

I stand firm on the mic device when I gets
roll the dice 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