Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix]

People hint and and they want to know 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 don't forget are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and
They got boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I better get by my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some

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

Oh the heck
just wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not
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 93 we take loot
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all across the land (Three three)
The plan is grab the and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street, to the beat
Phat beats in my head, tennis shoes on my
Nigga to flex but he had to be smoked
So I him in the ass on the downstroke

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

Souped on the beat like a of chicken noodles
I Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I hoes like Judo
Never a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bananafanafuno
Yeah you know
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon 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 chills like 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 the funk
Yeah, the funk
All right, freak the
the funk
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 farmer man. You don't want no man
Give me the farmer man. Once it's the farmer man

I go skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
you in a frenzy
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 Cali no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the
I got flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes