Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix]

People hint and wonder and they to know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name
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, it's like the and grits
They got another boy who can and do the fly flips
And I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy while I go look for some Thai

I need some zig-zags,
I need zig-zags, 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 new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
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 take 93 we take loot
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the he's giving our wishes
One I wanna jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all the land (Three three three)
The plan is grab the and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was down the street, belly to the beat
Phat in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
tried 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
Shot him in the ass on the
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
him in the ass on the downstroke

Souped on the beat a bowl of chicken noodles
I Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig I flip hoes like Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom Bruno
A anna bananafanafuno
you know Shafino
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
Don't like the man of
I'm not carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I to deal but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but repo'd my crops and steel
I like scotch on the rocks
I just gets paid for them hard-core props
You

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

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

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