Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix]

People and wonder and they want to know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm name Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are
No hints, quicks, it's like the water 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 shit while I go look for some Thai

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

Oh the heck
Niggas just wanna get to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a and in fact
The Pharcyde is and I hope we're not wack
But at this point there's no turning
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we loot
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the nigga who's
Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
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

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

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

Souped on the beat like a of chicken noodles
I Spanish dishes 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 anna bananafanafuno
you know Shafino
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft for real
I used to deal but the fuzz me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my and steel
I chills like scotch on the
'Cause I just gets paid for hard-core props
You

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

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

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