Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix Instrumental]

People hint and 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 bullshit
People promise you 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 get by because my ally
About to flip crazy shit while I go look for some Thai

I some zig-zags, zig-zags
I some 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 and I hope we're not wack
But at this point there's no back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a full of fruit
In 92 we cash 93 we take loot
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga 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 land (Three three)
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the hey now
I was walkin' the street, belly to the beat
Phat in my head, tennis shoes 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

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

on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles
I love Spanish but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes Judo
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bananafanafuno
you know Shafino
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 but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but they my crops and steel
I like scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets paid for hard-core props
You

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

I want the man. Farmer man
I the farmer man. You want the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man. You 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 a tree into a tree trunk
'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 you squirm
Yes I come from no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device when I nice
Don't roll the dice if you pay the price
I got more than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, it, I got herpes