Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix]

People hint and wonder and they want to how and why
But let me first introduce I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 of age I ran across some bullshit
People you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, like the water and grits
They got another boy who can 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 Thai

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

Oh the heck
Niggas just wanna get to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in
The Pharcyde is coming and I 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 cash 93 we take loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam with your (Two two two)
You gotta it all across the land (Three three three)
The is grab the ducats and say fuck 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 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
him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the

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 a bowl of chicken noodles
I Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip like Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom named
A bonanna bananafanafuno
Yeah you know
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
like 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 repo'd my crops and steel
I chills like on the rocks
'Cause I gets paid for them hard-core props
You

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

I want the man. Farmer 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 tree
'Cause we've sunk ships from the to the Atlantic
I dig dips 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 make you
Yes I come Cali no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device I gets nice
roll the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more flavor than Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got