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 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 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 I go look for some Thai

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

Oh what the
Niggas just wanna get to the track
brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is and I hope we're not wack
But at this point there's no back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take 93 we take loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the nigga ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam with your (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' down the street, belly to the
Phat beats in my head, 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

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

on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles
I Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes Judo
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bananafanafuno
you know 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 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 gets paid 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, the funk
All right, the funk
the funk
Freak the
Freak the
Freak the

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

I go from to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the 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 from Cali no I do not have a
I stand on the mic device 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