Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix Instrumental]

People hint and wonder and want to know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across bullshit
People you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's 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
About to flip that shit while I go look for some Thai

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

Oh what the
Niggas wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in
The is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at this there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a full of fruit
In 92 we take 93 we take loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the nigga ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's our wishes
One I wanna just jam with band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all across the land (Three three)
The plan is grab the and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' the street, belly 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

him in the ass on the downstroke

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
Shot him in the ass on the
Shot him in the ass on the

on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles
I love Spanish but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes like
Never a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bonanna
Yeah you know
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
like the man of steel
I'm not your copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the popped me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and
I chills like on the rocks
'Cause I just gets paid for hard-core props
You

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

I the farmer man. Farmer man
I want the farmer man. You want the farmer
Yeah, I want the farmer man. You don't want no man
Give me the man. Once again it's 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 that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
Take you in a
Takin' you out is than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box well I rocks the orthodox to make you squirm
Yes I come from no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device I gets 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