Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix Instrumental]

People hint and wonder and want to know how and why
But let me introduce myself I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across 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 boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I better get by my ally
to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some Thai

I some zig-zags, zig-zags
I need 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
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in
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 a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take 93 we take loot
'Cause the vinyl is
I'm the who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our
One I wanna jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all the land (Three 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
Nigga to flex 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
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
him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the

Souped on the beat a bowl of chicken noodles
I love Spanish but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig I flip hoes like Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom named
A anna bananafanafuno
Yeah you Shafino
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
Don't like the man of
I'm not your carbon copy but your draft jalopy for real
I used to but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but repo'd my crops and steel
I chills like scotch on the
I just gets paid for them hard-core props
You

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

I want the man. Farmer man
I want the farmer man. You the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the man. You don't want no farmer 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 bullshit to a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the
I dig dips who've got the hips are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
you in a frenzy
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 from Cali no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device when I nice
Don't roll the dice if you pay the price
I got more flavor than Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got