Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix Instrumental]

People hint and wonder and they to know how and why
But let me introduce myself I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran some bullshit
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 that's I, Hi, I get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for Thai

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

Oh what the
Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the
brand 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 than a bucket full of
In 92 we take cash 93 we take
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I just jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all across the land (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
beats in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be
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
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 I flip hoes like Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom Bruno
A anna bananafanafuno
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 copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the popped me
I had the but they repo'd my crops and steel
I chills like scotch on the
I just gets paid for them hard-core props
You

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

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

I go from to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree
'Cause we've ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips that are '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 styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from Cali no I do not have a
I stand firm on the mic when I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the
I got flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, it, I got herpes