Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix]

People hint and and they want to know how and why
But let me first myself I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across some
promise you bowl of cherries 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 I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go for some Thai

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

Oh the heck
Niggas wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope not wack
But at this there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket of fruit
In 92 we cash 93 we take loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the nigga who's
Michael Ross is the genie he's our wishes
One I wanna just jam with band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all across the (Three three three)
The plan is grab the and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' the street, belly to the beat
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

him in the ass on the downstroke

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 beat like a bowl of chicken
I love Spanish but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes Judo
Never date a who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bonanna
Yeah you know
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft for real
I used to but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and
I chills like on the rocks
I just gets paid for them hard-core props
You

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

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 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 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 pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to you squirm
Yes I come from Cali no I do not a perm
I stand firm on the mic when I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the
I got more than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, it, I got herpes