Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix Instrumental]

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

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

Oh the heck
Niggas just wanna get to the track
It's new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not
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 loot
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our
One I wanna just jam with your (Two two two)
You gotta it all across the land (Three three three)
The plan is grab the ducats and say it to the critics hey now
I was down the street, belly to the beat
Phat beats in my head, tennis shoes on my
tried 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
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

Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken
I love Spanish but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes like
Never date a chick who has a mom Bruno
A anna bananafanafuno
you know Shafino
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 first draft for real
I to deal but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but repo'd my crops and steel
I chills like scotch on the
'Cause I just gets for them hard-core props
You

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

I want the farmer man. man
I want the man. You want the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man. You want 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 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 I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from Cali no I do not a perm
I stand firm on the mic device when I gets
roll the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more flavor 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, it, I got herpes