Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix]

People and wonder and they want to know how and why
But let me first introduce I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across some
People promise you bowl of cherries but forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and
They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly
And I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some

I some zig-zags, zig-zags
I some zig-zags, zig-zags
I some zig-zags, zig-zags
How I to get high

Oh the heck
Niggas wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not
But at this point there's no back
But to be exact, I've got more than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take 93 we take loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's our wishes
One I wanna jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all across the land (Three three)
The plan is the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' the street, belly to the beat
Phat beats in my head, shoes on my feet
Nigga to flex but he had to be smoked
So I him in the ass on the downstroke

Shot him in the ass on the

him in the ass on the downstroke
Yep
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
Shot him in the ass on the

Souped on the like a bowl of chicken noodles
I Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip like Judo
Never date a who has a mom named Bruno
A bonanna bananafanafuno
you know Shafino
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
like the man of steel
I'm not your copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my and steel
I chills like scotch on the
'Cause I just gets for them hard-core props
You

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

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 man. Once again it's the farmer man

I go skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
you in a frenzy
Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a
Box well I the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from no I do not have a perm
I stand on the mic device when I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you pay the price
I got flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes