Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix]

People hint and wonder and they to know how and why
But let me first introduce I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 of age I ran across some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't there are pits
No hints, quicks, it's 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 look for some

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

Oh what the
Niggas just wanna get to the track
brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I we're not wack
But at this point there's no back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of
In 92 we take 93 we take loot
the vinyl is delicious
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 and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was down the street, belly to the beat
Phat beats in my head, tennis shoes on my
Nigga to flex but he had to be smoked
So I shot him in the ass on the

him in the ass on the downstroke

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
Shot him in the ass on the
Shot him in the ass on the
Shot him in the ass on the

Souped on the 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 your first draft jalopy for
I used to deal but the popped me
I had the hydros but they my crops and steel
I like scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just paid for them hard-core props
You

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

I want the farmer man. man
I want the farmer man. You want the man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man. You don't want no man
Give me the farmer man. Once it's the farmer man

I go skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the
I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm
Take you in a
Takin' you out is easier pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to you squirm
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 can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes