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 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 water and
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 shit while I go look for some Thai

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

Oh what the
Niggas wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in
The Pharcyde is and I hope we're not wack
But at this there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take 93 we take loot
'Cause the vinyl is
I'm the who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our
One I wanna jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta it all across the land (Three three three)
The plan is grab the ducats and say it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' the street, belly to the beat
beats in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga 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
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
Shot him in the ass on the

Souped on the beat like a of chicken noodles
I love Spanish 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 anna bananafanafuno
you know Shafino
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your first jalopy for real
I used to but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but they my crops and steel
I chills scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets paid for hard-core props
You

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

I want the farmer man. man
I want the farmer man. You want the man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man. You 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 we've sunk from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig who've 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 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 than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes