Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

People hint and wonder and they know how and why
But let me introduce myself 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 are pits

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

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

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

But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket of fruit
In 92 we take cabs 93 we take
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the who's got bitches

Michael Ross is the genie giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam with your
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 bailin' to the beat
Phat beats in my head shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to 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, shot him in the ass on the
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 flip hoes Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom named

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

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

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

I want the farmer man, man
I want the man, you want the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man, you don't 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
enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the
I dig dips who've got the 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 the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from Cali no I do not have a

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

Ah shit, NS, NS
Sounds NS to me