Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix Instrumental]

People hint and wonder and they want to how and why
But let me first introduce 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, it's like the water and
got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I better get by because my
to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some Thai

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

Oh the heck
Niggas just wanna get to the track
It's brand new and as a Chevy and in fact
The is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at this point there's no 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 nigga ambitious
Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna jam with 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 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 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

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

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 like Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom named
A anna bonanna
Yeah you know
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
Don't like the man of
I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft for real
I used to but the fuzz popped me
I had the but they repo'd my crops and steel
I chills like scotch on the
'Cause I just gets for them hard-core props
You

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

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 the farmer man

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