Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix Instrumental]

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

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

Oh the heck
Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not
But at point there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of
In 92 we take cash 93 we take
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Michael 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 (Three 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 beats in my head, tennis on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be
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

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 Creole
Don't the man of steel
I'm not your carbon 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 paid for hard-core props
You

How long can you freak the
How long can you 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 farmer man. man
I want the farmer man. You the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man. You want no farmer man
Give me the farmer man. Once it's the farmer man

I go from skip-skop to to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree
'Cause sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
you in a frenzy
Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a out of a Benzie
Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you
Yes I come from no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device when I nice
roll the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more flavor 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, it, I got herpes