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 I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across bullshit
People promise you of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, like the water and grits
They got boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I get by because my ally
About to that crazy shit while I go look for some Thai

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

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 we're not
But at this point there's no turning
But to be exact, got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we cash 93 we take loot
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga who's
Michael Ross is the genie he's our wishes
One I wanna just jam your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all across the land (Three three)
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the hey now
I was down the street, belly to the beat
Phat beats in my head, shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be
So I him in the ass on the downstroke

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
him in the ass on the downstroke

Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken
I Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I hoes like Judo
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bonanna
Yeah you Shafino
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew 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 fuzz me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and
I like scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just paid for them hard-core props
You

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

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