Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix]

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

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

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

him in the ass on the downstroke

Shot him in the ass on the
Yep
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
Shot him in the ass on the
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 Kung-Fu I hoes like Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom Bruno
A anna bananafanafuno
Yeah you Shafino
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
Don't like the man of
I'm not your carbon copy but first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and
I chills like scotch on the
'Cause I gets paid for them hard-core props
You

How can you freak the funk?
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
Freak the
Freak the
the funk

I want the man. Farmer man
I the farmer man. You want the farmer 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 hip-hop to 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 dips got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
Take you in a
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 from Cali no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device when I nice
Don't roll the dice if you pay the price
I got more than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got