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 cherries but don't there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's the water and grits
They got boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I better get by because my
About to flip that crazy while I go look for some Thai

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

Oh what the
just wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a and in fact
The Pharcyde is and I hope we're not wack
But at point there's no turning back
But to be exact, got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we take
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga who's
Michael Ross is the genie he's our wishes
One I wanna just jam your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all 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, shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be
So I shot him in the ass on the

Shot him in the ass on the

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
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 a bowl of chicken noodles
I love Spanish 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 bonanna bananafanafuno
you know Shafino
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
Don't the man of steel
I'm not your carbon but your first 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
'Cause I just gets paid for hard-core props
You

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

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

I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic I'm frantic
Take you in a
Takin' you out is easier pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from Cali no I do not have a
I stand firm on the mic device when I nice
Don't roll the if you can't pay the price
I got more than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes