Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix Instrumental]

People and wonder and they want to know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran some bullshit
People promise you bowl of but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, like 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 some zig-zags,
I need zig-zags, zig-zags
I need some zig-zags,
How I to get high

Oh the heck
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 there's 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
Michael is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam with band (Two two two)
You gotta it all across the land (Three three three)
The plan is the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' the street, belly to the beat
Phat in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga to flex but he had to be smoked
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

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

Souped on the beat like a of chicken noodles
I Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes like
Never a chick 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 to deal but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and
I chills like on the rocks
I just gets paid for them hard-core props
You

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

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

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