Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix]

People hint and wonder and they want to how and why
But let me introduce 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, quicks, it's like 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 crazy shit while I go look for some

I some zig-zags, 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
It's new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at point there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take 93 we take loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam with band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all across the land (Three three)
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the hey now
I was walkin' down the street, belly to the
Phat beats in my head, tennis on my feet
Nigga to flex but he had to be smoked
So I him in the ass on the downstroke

Shot him in the ass on the

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

Souped on the like a bowl of chicken noodles
I love dishes 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 bananafanafuno
you know Shafino
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
Don't the man of steel
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 my crops and steel
I chills like scotch on the
'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 stuff from the junk
How long can you freak the
Yeah, freak the
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 farmer man. You don't no farmer man
Give me the farmer man. Once again the farmer man

I go skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
Take you in a
Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a
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 device when I nice
Don't roll the dice if you pay the price
I got more flavor 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes