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 some
People promise you bowl of cherries but forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and
They got another boy who can and do the fly flips
And I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
About to flip that shit while I go look for some Thai

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

Oh what the
Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the
brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not
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 vinyl is
I'm the nigga who's
Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our
One I wanna just jam with band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all across the land (Three three)
The is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was down the street, belly to the beat
Phat beats in my head, tennis on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be
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

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 bowl of chicken
I love Spanish but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom named
A bonanna bananafanafuno
you know Shafino
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
Don't the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your first jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz me
I had the hydros but they my crops and steel
I chills like scotch on the
'Cause I just gets paid for hard-core props
You

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

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

I go skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a into a tree trunk
we've sunk ships from 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 than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box well I the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device when I nice
Don't the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more flavor 7-11 Slurpees
If can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes