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 across bullshit
People promise you bowl of but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, like the water and grits
They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly
And that's I, Hi, I better get by because my
About to flip that crazy shit while I go 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 the heck
Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the
brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at this point no turning back
But to be exact, got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our
One I wanna jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all across the land (Three three)
The plan is the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street, to the beat
Phat in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to 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
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
Shot him in the ass on the
him in the ass on the downstroke

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

How can you freak the funk?
How can you freak the funk?
I separate the good stuff the junk
How long can you freak the
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 don't want no man
Give me the man. Once again it's the farmer man

I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree
'Cause we've 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 pullin' 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 a perm
I firm on the mic device when I gets nice
roll the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got