Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix Instrumental]

People hint and wonder and they want to how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name
I'm 20 years of age I ran some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's the water and grits
got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit I go look for some Thai

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

Oh what the
Niggas just get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in
The is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at this point there's no turning
But to be exact, got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we loot
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga who's
Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our
One I just jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all across the land (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 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

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

on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles
I Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip like Judo
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bonanna
Yeah you Shafino
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
like the man of steel
I'm not carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the popped me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my and steel
I like scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets 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 the farmer man. Farmer man
I want the farmer man. You the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man. You want no farmer man
Give me the man. Once again it's the farmer man

I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
Take you in a
Takin' you out is than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box well I the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from Cali no I do not a perm
I stand on the mic device when I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the
I got more flavor 7-11 Slurpees
If can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes