Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix]

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

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

Oh what the
just 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 there's no turning
But to be exact, I've got more flavors a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we cash 93 we take loot
'Cause the vinyl is
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 (Three three three)
The plan is the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was down the street, belly to the beat
Phat beats in my head, shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be
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

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

Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken
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 Bruno
A anna bonanna
you know Shafino
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
Don't like the man of
I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for
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
'Cause I just gets paid for hard-core props
You

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

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

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