Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix]

People hint and wonder and they to know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't 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 better get by my ally
About to flip crazy shit while I go look for some Thai

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

Oh what the
just wanna 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 this point there's no turning
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a full of fruit
In 92 we cash 93 we take loot
'Cause the vinyl is
I'm the nigga who's
Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I just jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all the land (Three 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 in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
tried to flex but he had to be smoked
So I shot him in the ass on the

Shot him in the ass on the

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
him in the ass on the downstroke

Souped on the beat like a of chicken noodles
I Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes like
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A bonanna bananafanafuno
you know Shafino
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
like 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 they repo'd my crops and
I chills like on the rocks
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
the funk
Freak the
the funk
Freak the

I want the 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. again it's the farmer man

I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a into a tree trunk
'Cause 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 easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a
Box well I rocks the orthodox to make you squirm
Yes I from Cali no I do not have a perm
I firm on the mic device when I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you pay the price
I got more than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes