Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

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

No hints, it's quicks, it's like the and grits
got another boy who can rhyme 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 some zig-zag, zig-zag
I need zig-zag, zig-zag

What the oh what the heck? just wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope not wack
But at this point there's no turning

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

Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our
One I wanna just jam 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' down the street bailin' to the
beats in my head tennis 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? 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
Shot him in the ass on the
Shot him in the ass on the

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

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 copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz popped me, I had the
But they repo'd my crops and still, I like scotch on the rocks
I just gets paid for them hard-core props, you know

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

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

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

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

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

Ah shit, NS, NS
like NS to me