Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix]

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, quicks, it's 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 while I go look for some Thai

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

Oh the heck
Niggas wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in
The is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at point there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take 93 we take loot
'Cause the vinyl is
I'm the nigga ambitious
Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I just jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all across the land (Three three)
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the hey now
I was walkin' down the street, 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
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
Shot him in the ass on the

Souped on the beat a bowl of chicken noodles
I love Spanish dishes but no I'm not
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip like Judo
Never date a 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 somewhat
like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft for real
I used to but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my and steel
I like scotch on the rocks
I just gets paid for them hard-core props
You

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

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

I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree a tree trunk
'Cause sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips got the hips 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 styles to 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 roll the dice if you pay the price
I got flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got