Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix Instrumental]

People hint and and they want 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 promise you of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, quicks, it's like the water and grits
They got another boy who can and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I better get by because my
About to flip that shit while I go look for some Thai

I need some zig-zags,
I some 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
brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is and I hope we're not wack
But at this point no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the nigga ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's our wishes
One I wanna jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta it all across the land (Three three three)
The is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street, belly to the
Phat beats in my head, shoes on my feet
Nigga to flex but he had to be smoked
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

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

Souped on the beat like a bowl of noodles
I love Spanish dishes but no I'm not
I can dig I flip hoes like Judo
Never a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bananafanafuno
Yeah you Shafino
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
Don't like the man of
I'm not your carbon copy but your first jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz me
I had the hydros but repo'd my crops and steel
I chills like on the rocks
'Cause I just gets 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, freak the
All right, freak the
the funk
Freak the
Freak the
the funk

I want the farmer man. man
I want the farmer man. You want the farmer
Yeah, I want the farmer man. You want no farmer man
Give me the farmer man. Once again the farmer man

I go skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree a tree trunk
'Cause sunk 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 orthodox styles to you squirm
Yes I from Cali no I do not have a perm
I firm on the mic device when I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the
I got more flavor 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, it, I got herpes