Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix]

People and wonder and they want to know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name
I'm 20 of age I ran across some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are
No hints, it's quicks, like the water and grits
They got 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 some

I need zig-zags, zig-zags
I need zig-zags, zig-zags
I some 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 Chevy and in
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope not wack
But at this point no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we take
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga ambitious
Michael Ross is the he's giving our wishes
One I wanna jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta it all across the land (Three three three)
The is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was down the street, belly to the beat
Phat beats in my head, tennis shoes on my
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

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

Souped on the beat like a of chicken noodles
I Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I hoes like Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom Bruno
A anna bananafanafuno
Yeah you know
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
Don't like the man of
I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for
I used to deal but the fuzz me
I had the but they repo'd my crops and steel
I chills like scotch on the
'Cause I just paid for them hard-core props
You

How long can you the funk?
How can you freak the funk?
I separate the good from 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 farmer man. 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 from to hip-hop to be-bop 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 hips are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
Take you in a
Takin' you out is easier than a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box well I rocks the orthodox 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
Don't roll the 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