Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix]

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

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

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

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

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 beat like a bowl of noodles
I love dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip like Judo
Never a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bananafanafuno
Yeah you Shafino
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet 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 deal but the popped me
I had the hydros but repo'd my crops and steel
I like scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core
You

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

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

I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to to P-funk
Cutting enough to turn a tree into a tree trunk
we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the that 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 come from no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device I gets nice
Don't the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, it, I got herpes