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 myself I'm tagging name
I'm 20 years of age I ran some bullshit
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 another boy who can and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I better get by my ally
About to flip crazy shit while I go look for some Thai

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

Oh the heck
just wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not
But at this there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we loot
'Cause the vinyl is
I'm the nigga ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie 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
beats in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be
So I shot him in the ass on the

him in the ass on the downstroke

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 Judo
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A bonanna bananafanafuno
Yeah you know
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
Don't 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 repo'd my crops and steel
I like scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets 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 long can you freak the
Yeah, the funk
All right, the funk
Freak the
the funk
Freak the
the funk

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

I go from skip-skop to to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough 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 that are gigantic 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 styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from Cali no I do not 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 Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got