Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix]

People and wonder and they want to know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across some
People you bowl of cherries but don't 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 get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit I go look for some Thai

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

Oh what the
Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the
It's new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I we're not wack
But at this there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we loot
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga ambitious
Michael is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all the land (Three three three)
The plan is the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' the street, belly to the beat
Phat beats in my head, tennis 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
Shot him in the ass on the
Shot him in the ass on the

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

Souped on the beat a bowl of chicken noodles
I love 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 know
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 copy but your 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 on the rocks
'Cause I just gets paid for them props
You

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

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

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