Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix Instrumental]

People hint and and they want to know how and why
But let me first myself I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like the and grits
They got another boy who can and do the fly flips
And I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
About to that crazy shit while I go look for some Thai

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

Oh what the
Niggas just wanna get to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in
The Pharcyde is coming and I we're not wack
But at this point no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we take
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna jam with your band (Two two two)
You play it all across the land (Three 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 in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
tried to flex but he had to be smoked
So I shot him in the ass on the

Shot him in the ass on the

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

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

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

I the farmer man. Farmer man
I want the farmer man. You want the man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man. You want no farmer man
Give me the farmer man. Once again it's the man

I go from skip-skop to to be-bop to P-funk
enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips 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 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 flavor than 7-11
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got