Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix Instrumental]

People hint and and they want to know 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 cherries but don't there 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 get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit I go look for some Thai

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

Oh the heck
Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in
The is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at this point there's no back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we take
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga who's
Michael Ross is the he's giving our wishes
One I wanna jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all the land (Three three three)
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the hey now
I was walkin' down the street, to the beat
Phat beats in my head, tennis on my feet
tried 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

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

on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles
I love dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes like
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bananafanafuno
you know Shafino
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 carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for
I to deal but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but they my crops and steel
I chills like scotch on the
'Cause I just gets paid for them props
You

How long can you freak the
How can you freak the funk?
I separate the good from the junk
How long can you freak the
Yeah, freak the
All right, the funk
Freak the
the funk
Freak the
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 skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the to the Atlantic
I dig dips got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
you in a frenzy
Takin' you out is easier 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 roll the if you can't pay the price
I got flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got