Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix]

People hint and wonder and want to know how and why
But let me first introduce I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran some bullshit
People promise you of cherries but don't forget 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 my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some

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

Oh the heck
Niggas wanna get wrecked to the track
It's new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope not wack
But at this point no turning back
But to be exact, I've got flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all across the (Three three three)
The plan is grab the and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street, to the beat
Phat beats in my head, tennis on my feet
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

on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles
I love dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes like
Never date a chick who has a mom Bruno
A anna bonanna
Yeah you know
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
Don't like the man of
I'm not your carbon copy but first draft jalopy for real
I to deal but the fuzz popped me
I had the but they repo'd my crops and steel
I chills like scotch on the
'Cause I just gets for them hard-core props
You

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

I want the man. Farmer man
I the farmer man. You want the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the man. You don't want no farmer man
Give me the farmer man. Once again it's the 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 dips who've got the hips are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
Take you in a
Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a
Box well I the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from Cali no I do not have a
I stand firm on the mic when I gets nice
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