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 of age I ran across 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
got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I better get by because my
to flip that crazy shit while I go look 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 what the
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 point there's no turning
But to be exact, I've got more flavors a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we take
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the nigga ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our
One I wanna just jam with band (Two two two)
You play it all across the land (Three three three)
The is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was down the street, belly to the beat
Phat beats in my head, 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

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 Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I hoes like Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom named
A anna bonanna
Yeah you Shafino
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
Don't like the man of
I'm not your carbon copy but 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 gets paid for them hard-core props
You

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

I the farmer man. Farmer man
I want the man. You want the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man. You don't want no man
Give me the farmer man. Once again the farmer man

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