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 some bullshit
People promise you bowl of but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like the 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 zig-zags, zig-zags
I need some zig-zags,
I need zig-zags, zig-zags
How I love to get

Oh what the
Niggas wanna get wrecked to the track
brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope not wack
But at point there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of
In 92 we cash 93 we take loot
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga who's
Michael is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam with your (Two two two)
You play it all across the land (Three 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 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
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 dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I hoes like Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom Bruno
A anna bananafanafuno
Yeah you know
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 first draft jalopy for real
I used to but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and
I like scotch on the rocks
'Cause I gets paid for them hard-core props
You

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

I want the man. Farmer 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 hip-hop to to P-funk
Cutting bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm
Take you in a
Takin' you out is easier pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box well I the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come 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