Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix Instrumental]

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

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

Oh what the
Niggas just get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a and in fact
The is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at this point there's no turning
But to be exact, got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we cash 93 we take loot
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga ambitious
Michael Ross is the he's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam with your (Two two two)
You gotta play it all across the (Three three three)
The plan is grab the ducats and say it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street, to the beat
Phat in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga to flex but he had to be smoked
So I him in the ass on the downstroke

him in the ass on the downstroke

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

Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken
I love Spanish dishes but no I'm not
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes Judo
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bonanna
Yeah you Shafino
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
Don't the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz 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 can you freak the funk?
How long can you the funk?
I the good stuff from the junk
How long can you freak the
Yeah, freak the
All right, freak the
Freak the
Freak the
Freak the
the funk

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 skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the
I dig who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
Take you in a
Takin' you out is easier pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box I rocks the orthodox 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 gets
roll the dice if you can't pay the price
I got flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, it, I got herpes