Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix Instrumental]

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

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

Oh what the
Niggas just get wrecked to the track
It's new and heavy as a Chevy 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 nigga who's
Michael Ross is the he's giving our wishes
One I just jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta it all across the land (Three three three)
The plan is grab the ducats and say it to the critics hey now
I was down the street, belly to the beat
beats in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga 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 dishes but no I'm not
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes Judo
Never 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
like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but first draft jalopy for real
I used to but the fuzz popped me
I had the but they repo'd my crops and steel
I like scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets for them hard-core props
You

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

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

I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips 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 styles to make you
Yes I come from Cali no I do not have a
I stand firm on the mic device when I gets
Don't roll the 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