Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix]

People hint and wonder and they want to how and why
But let me first introduce I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across some
People promise you bowl of but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's the water and grits
They got boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some

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

Oh the heck
Niggas just get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in
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 flavors than a bucket full of
In 92 we take cash 93 we loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the nigga ambitious
Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta it all across 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
Nigga to flex but he had to be smoked
So I shot him in the ass on the

Shot him in the ass on the

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
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 Kung-Fu I flip hoes like
Never a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bananafanafuno
Yeah you know
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and
I chills like scotch on the
'Cause I just paid for them hard-core props
You

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

I want the farmer man. man
I the farmer man. You want the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man. You want no farmer man
Give me the man. Once again it's the farmer man

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