Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix Instrumental]

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

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

Oh the heck
just wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not
But at this there's no turning back
But to be exact, got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take 93 we take loot
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's our wishes
One I wanna just jam with band (Two two two)
You gotta it all across the land (Three three three)
The is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street, to the beat
Phat beats in my head, shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to but he had to be smoked
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

Souped on the beat a bowl of chicken noodles
I love Spanish but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes Judo
Never date a who has a mom named Bruno
A bonanna bananafanafuno
Yeah you Shafino
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
Don't like the man of
I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for
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 long can you the funk?
I separate the good stuff the junk
How long can you the funk
Yeah, freak the
All right, freak the
Freak the
the funk
Freak the
the funk

I want the man. Farmer man
I want the man. You want the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man. You want no farmer man
Give me the farmer man. 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 tree
'Cause we've sunk ships 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 a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box well I rocks the orthodox to make you squirm
Yes I come from no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device when I gets
roll the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more flavor than 7-11
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, it, I got herpes