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 tagging name
I'm 20 years of age I ran across some
People 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 rhyme and do the fly
And I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some

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
just wanna get wrecked to the track
It's new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope not wack
But at this point there's no turning
But to be exact, I've got more flavors a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the nigga who's
Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our
One I wanna just jam your band (Two two two)
You gotta it all across the land (Three three three)
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the 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 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 beat like a of chicken noodles
I love Spanish 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 bananafanafuno
Yeah you 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 copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my and steel
I chills like on the rocks
'Cause I just paid for them hard-core props
You

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

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

I go skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk from 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 orthodox to make you squirm
Yes I from Cali no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device when I gets
roll the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more flavor 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, it, I got herpes