Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix Instrumental]

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

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

Oh the heck
Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the
It's brand new and heavy as a 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 of fruit
In 92 we cash 93 we take loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the he's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all across the (Three three three)
The plan is grab the and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street, to the beat
beats 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

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
Shot him in the ass on the
Shot him in the ass on the

Souped on the beat like a of chicken noodles
I Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I hoes like Judo
date a chick 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 but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the popped me
I had the hydros but they my crops and steel
I like scotch on the rocks
I just gets paid for them hard-core props
You

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

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

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