Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix Instrumental]

People hint and wonder and they want to how and why
But let me first myself I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across some
People promise you bowl of but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's the water and grits
got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for Thai

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

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 we're not wack
But at this point no turning back
But to be exact, got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we cash 93 we take loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie giving 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, shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be
So I him in the ass on the downstroke

him in the ass on the downstroke

Shot him in the ass on the
Yep
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
him in the ass on the downstroke

Souped on the like a bowl of chicken noodles
I love Spanish dishes but no I'm not
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes like
Never date a who has a mom named Bruno
A bonanna bananafanafuno
Yeah you know
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
like the man of steel
I'm not carbon 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 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 can you freak the funk?
I separate the good stuff from the
How long can you the funk
Yeah, freak the
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 no farmer man
Give me the farmer man. Once again it's the man

I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to to P-funk
enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
you in a frenzy
Takin' you out is easier than a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box well I rocks the 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 the dice if you can't pay the price
I got flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes