Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix]

People hint and wonder and they to know how and why
But let me first myself I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across some
People promise you 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 that's I, Hi, I better get by my ally
About to flip that crazy shit I go look for some Thai

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

Oh the heck
Niggas just get wrecked to the track
It's new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I we're not wack
But at this there's 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
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the nigga ambitious
Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna 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 tried to flex but he had to be
So I him in the ass on the downstroke

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
him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the

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

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

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

I go from to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a trunk
'Cause we've ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips 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 from Cali no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic when I gets nice
Don't roll the if you can't pay the price
I got more flavor than 7-11
If Magic can he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes