Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

People hint and wonder and they know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm 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, it's quicks, it's like the water and
They got boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And I high I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for thai

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

What the oh what the Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track
brand 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 cabs 93 we take
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga got bitches

Michael Ross is the he's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam your band
You play it all across the land
The is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics

Hey now I was walkin' down the street bailin' to the
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

him in the ass on the downstroke
What? 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
Shot him in the ass on the
Shot him in the ass on the
him in the ass on the downstroke

Souped on the beat like a bowl of noodles
I Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip like Judo
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno

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

I'm not your copy 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
'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props, you

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

I the farmer man, farmer man
I want the man, you want the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man, you don't want no man
Give me the farmer man, once again the farmer man

I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to
Cutting enough 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

I'm frantic take you in a frenzy
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 from Cali no I do not have a perm

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

Ah shit, NS, NS
like NS to me