Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix]

People and wonder and they want to know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name
I'm 20 years of age I ran across some
promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, quicks, it's like the water and grits
They got boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I get by because my ally
About to flip crazy shit while I go look for some Thai

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

Oh what the
Niggas just get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not
But at this point no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we take
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the nigga who's
Michael Ross is the genie he's our wishes
One I wanna just jam with your (Two two two)
You gotta it all across the land (Three three three)
The plan is the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' the street, belly to the beat
Phat 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 dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip like Judo
Never date a who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bonanna
Yeah you know
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
like the man of steel
I'm not carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz me
I had the hydros but they my crops and steel
I chills scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just paid 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 the funk
Yeah, freak the
All right, the funk
Freak the
the funk
Freak the
the funk

I want the man. Farmer man
I want the man. You want the farmer 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 to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to a tree into a tree trunk
we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic I'm frantic
Take you in a
you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you
Yes I come from Cali no I do not have a
I stand firm on the mic device when I gets
Don't roll the dice if you pay the price
I got more flavor 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got