Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix Instrumental]

People hint and wonder and they want to how and why
But let me first introduce I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 of age I ran across some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, like 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 crazy shit while I go for some Thai

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

Oh what the
Niggas just wanna get to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a and in fact
The Pharcyde is and I hope we're not wack
But at this point there's no back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we loot
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Michael is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam with your (Two two two)
You gotta it all across the land (Three three three)
The plan is the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street, to the beat
Phat beats in my head, tennis shoes on my
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be
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
him in the ass on the downstroke

Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken
I love Spanish dishes but no I'm not
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip like Judo
Never date a who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bananafanafuno
Yeah you know
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 carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for
I used to but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but repo'd my crops and steel
I chills like on the rocks
'Cause I just gets paid for hard-core props
You

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

I want the man. Farmer man
I the farmer man. You want the farmer man?
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 ships 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 a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come Cali no I do not have a perm
I stand 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 can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes