Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

People hint and and they wanna know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name
I'm 20 years of age I ran across bullshit
People 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 rhyme and do the fly
And that's I I better get by because my ally
About to flip that shit while 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 get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not
But at point there's no turning back

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

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

Hey now I was walkin' the street bailin' to the beat
Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my
tried 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
Shot him in the ass on the
Shot him in the ass on the
Shot him in the ass on the

on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles
I love Spanish but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes like
Never date a who has a mom named Bruno

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

I'm not your carbon copy but your first 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 like scotch on the
'Cause I just gets paid for them 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 long can you freak the
Yeah, freak the funk, all right, freak the
Freak the funk, the funk, freak the funk, freak the funk

I want the man, farmer 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 farmer man, once it's the farmer man

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

'Cause I'm frantic you in a frenzy
you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzi
Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to you squirm
Yes I from Cali no I do not have a perm

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

Ah shit, NS, NS
like NS to me