Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower

People hint and and they wanna know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name
I'm 20 of age I ran across some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget are pits

No hints, it's quicks, it's the water and grits
They got another boy who can and do the fly flips
And that's I high I better get by my ally
About to flip that crazy shit I go look for some thai

I need zig-zag, zig-zag
I need zig-zag, zig-zag
I need zig-zag, zig-zag

What the oh what the heck? just wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not
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 cabs 93 we take
'Cause the vinyl is
I'm the nigga got bitches

Michael Ross is the genie giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam with band
You gotta play it all the land
The plan is grab the ducats and say it to the critics

Hey now I was walkin' the street bailin' to the beat
Phat beats in my tennis shoes 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
What? 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
him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the
him in the ass on the downstroke

Souped on the beat like a of chicken noodles
I love Spanish dishes but no I'm not
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom Bruno

A bonanna bananafanafuno
Yet you know met her in a trio
Souped up my jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat Creole don't like the man of

I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft for real
I used to deal but the fuzz popped me, I had the
But they repo'd my crops and still, I chills like scotch on the
'Cause I just gets for them hard-core props, you know

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

I want the man, farmer man
I want the farmer man, you want the man?
Yeah, I want the man, you don't want no farmer man
Give me the farmer man, once again it's the man

I go from skip-skop to to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips that are

'Cause I'm frantic you in a frenzy
Takin' you out is than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzi
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
roll the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more flavor 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, it, I got herpes, yeah

Ah shit, NS, NS
Sounds NS to me