Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix Instrumental]

People and wonder and they 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 some
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are
No hints, it's quicks, like 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 while I go look for some Thai

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

Oh the heck
Niggas wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope not wack
But at this point no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a full of fruit
In 92 we cash 93 we take loot
'Cause the vinyl is
I'm the who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's our wishes
One I wanna just jam your 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, belly to the
Phat in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to but he had to be smoked
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

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

on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles
I love Spanish dishes but no I'm not
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes like
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bonanna
Yeah you know
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
Don't the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your draft jalopy for real
I used to but the fuzz popped me
I had the but they repo'd my crops and steel
I chills scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core
You

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

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

I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to
Cutting bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
Take you in a
Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a
Box well I rocks the styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from Cali no I do not have a
I stand on the mic device when I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you pay the price
I got flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes