Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix]

People hint and wonder and want to know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm name Romye
I'm 20 of age I ran across some bullshit
promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, like the water and grits
They got another boy who can and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I get by because my ally
About to flip crazy shit while I go look for some Thai

I need zig-zags, zig-zags
I need some zig-zags,
I need zig-zags, 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 and in fact
The is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at this there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we cash 93 we take loot
'Cause the vinyl is
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 gotta play it all across the (Three three three)
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the hey now
I was walkin' down the street, to the beat
Phat in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to 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

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

Souped on the beat like a bowl of noodles
I love Spanish but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes like
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A bonanna bananafanafuno
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 but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the popped me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and
I chills scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets for them hard-core props
You

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

I the farmer man. Farmer man
I want the farmer man. You the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man. You want no farmer man
Give me the man. Once again it's the farmer man

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