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 Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across bullshit
People you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits

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

I some zig-zag, zig-zag
I some zig-zag, zig-zag
I some zig-zag, zig-zag

What the oh what the heck? Niggas wanna get wrecked to the track
brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is and I hope we're not wack
But at this there's no turning back

But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of
In 92 we take 93 we take loot
'Cause the vinyl is
I'm the who's got bitches

Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our
One I wanna just jam with your
You gotta it all across the land
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the

Hey now I was walkin' the street bailin' to the beat
Phat beats in my head shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be
So I shot him in the ass on the

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

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 like a bowl of chicken noodles
I love dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I hoes like Judo
Never date a who has a mom named Bruno

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

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

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

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 man, once again it's the farmer man

I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig who've got the hips that are gigantic

I'm frantic take you in a frenzy
Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a out of a Benzi
Box I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from Cali no I do not a perm

I stand firm on the mic device when I gets
Don't 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
like NS to me