Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Tatelarock Remix Instrumental]

People hint and wonder and they to know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name
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, it's like the and grits
They got boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I better get by my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go for some Thai

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

Oh what the
Niggas just wanna get to the track
brand 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 loot
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam 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
beats in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be
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
him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the

Souped on the beat like a bowl of noodles
I love Spanish dishes but no I'm not
I can dig I flip hoes like Judo
date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bonanna
Yeah you know
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat
like the man of steel
I'm not carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the popped me
I had the hydros but repo'd my crops and steel
I chills scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just paid for them hard-core props
You

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

I want the farmer man. 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. Once again it's the man

I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
you in a frenzy
Takin' you out is than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box well I rocks the orthodox to make you squirm
Yes I come from Cali no I do not a perm
I stand on the mic device when I gets 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