Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey now I was walkin' the street bailin' to the beat
beats in my head tennis shoes 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
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Yep, shot him in the ass on the
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

Souped on the beat like a of chicken noodles
I Spanish 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 bonanna bananafanafuno
Yet you know met her in a trio
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 first draft jalopy for real
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 paid for them hard-core props, you know

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

I the farmer man, farmer man
I want the farmer man, you the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man, you want no farmer man
me the farmer man, once again it's the farmer man

I go skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips that are

'Cause I'm frantic take you in a
Takin' you out is easier than a pull-out out of a Benzi
Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you
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 flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes, yeah

Ah shit, NS, NS
like NS to me