Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

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

No hints, it's quicks, it's like the and grits
They got boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I I better get by because my ally
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 get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is and I hope we're not wack
But at this point no turning back

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

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

Hey now I was walkin' down the street bailin' to the
Phat beats in my head tennis 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
What? Shot him in the ass on the
Yep, shot him in the ass on the
him in the ass on the downstroke

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

on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles
I love dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig I flip hoes like Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom named

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

I'm not your carbon copy but your first jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz popped me, I had the
But they repo'd my crops and still, I chills like scotch on the
'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, the funk, all right, freak the funk
Freak the funk, the funk, freak the funk, freak the funk

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

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

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

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, it, I got herpes, yeah

Ah shit, NS, NS
like NS to me