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 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 because my
About to flip that crazy shit while I go for some Thai

I need some zig-zags,
I some zig-zags, 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 brand new and heavy as a and in fact
The is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at point there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we loot
'Cause the vinyl is
I'm the nigga who's
Michael Ross is the genie giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam with band (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' down the street, 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
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
him in the ass on the downstroke

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

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

I the farmer man. Farmer man
I want the farmer man. You the farmer man?
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 to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm
you in a frenzy
Takin' you out is easier than a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box well I rocks the styles to make you squirm
Yes I come Cali no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device when I nice
Don't the dice 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