Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix Instrumental]

People and wonder 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 some
People promise you bowl of but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like the and grits
They got boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some Thai

I some zig-zags, zig-zags
I some zig-zags, zig-zags
I some zig-zags, zig-zags
How I love to get

Oh what the
Niggas wanna get wrecked to the track
brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope 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 cash 93 we take loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the nigga ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's our wishes
One I wanna just jam your band (Two two two)
You gotta it all across the land (Three three three)
The plan is 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 tried to flex but he had to be
So I shot him in the ass on the

him in the ass on the downstroke

him in the ass on the downstroke
Yep
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
Shot him in the ass on the

Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken
I love dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I hoes like Judo
Never a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bonanna
you know Shafino
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
like the man of steel
I'm not your copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and
I chills like on the rocks
'Cause I just gets for them hard-core props
You

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

I the farmer man. Farmer man
I want the farmer man. You the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man. You don't 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 turn a into a tree trunk
we've 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 than pullin' a pull-out 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 on the mic device when I gets nice
Don't the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes