Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix]

People hint and and they want to know how and why
But let me introduce myself I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across 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 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 some zig-zags,
I need zig-zags, zig-zags
I need some zig-zags,
How I to get high

Oh what the
Niggas just get wrecked 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 flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we loot
'Cause the vinyl is
I'm the nigga who's
Michael Ross is the he's giving our wishes
One I just jam with your band (Two two two)
You play it all across the land (Three three three)
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the hey now
I was down the street, belly to the beat
Phat in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be
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
him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the

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
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bonanna
you know Shafino
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 first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and
I chills scotch on the rocks
'Cause I gets paid 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 can you freak the funk
Yeah, the funk
All right, the funk
the funk
Freak the
the funk
Freak the

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

I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
Take you in a
you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I from Cali no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device when I nice
Don't roll the 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