Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

People hint and wonder and they wanna how and why
But let me first myself I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 of age I ran across some bullshit
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 that's I I better get by because my ally
About to flip that shit while I go look for some thai

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

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

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

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

Hey now I was walkin' the street bailin' to the beat
Phat beats in my head shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to but he had to be smoked
So I him in the ass on the downstroke

Shot him in the ass on the
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
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 a bowl of chicken noodles
I love dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig I flip hoes like Judo
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno

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

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

How long can you freak the funk? How 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, freak the
Freak the funk, freak the funk, freak the funk, the funk

I the farmer man, farmer man
I want the farmer man, you want the 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 sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips are gigantic

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

I stand firm on the mic 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