Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix Instrumental]

People hint and wonder and they want to how and why
But let me introduce myself I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across some
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't 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 that crazy shit while I go for some Thai

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

Oh the heck
Niggas just get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope not wack
But at this point there's no turning
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of
In 92 we take cash 93 we take
'Cause the vinyl is
I'm the who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our
One I wanna just jam your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all the land (Three 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
Phat beats in my head, tennis shoes on my
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
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
him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the

Souped on the beat like a bowl of noodles
I love Spanish dishes but no I'm not
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes Judo
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A bonanna bananafanafuno
Yeah you know
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
Don't like the man of
I'm not your copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I to deal but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my and steel
I chills scotch on the rocks
'Cause I gets paid for them hard-core props
You

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

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

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