Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix Instrumental]

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

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

Oh the heck
Niggas just get wrecked to the track
brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is and I hope we're not wack
But at point there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we take
'Cause the vinyl is
I'm the nigga who's
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 (Three three three)
The is grab 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 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

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 chicken
I Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig I flip hoes like Judo
Never date a who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bananafanafuno
Yeah you Shafino
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 but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz me
I had the hydros but they my crops and steel
I like scotch on the rocks
I just gets paid for them hard-core props
You

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

I want the man. Farmer man
I want the farmer man. You want the man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man. You don't want no man
me the farmer man. Once again it's the farmer man

I go from to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause sunk 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 than pullin' a pull-out out of a
Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you
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 dice if you can't pay the
I got flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, it, I got herpes