Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix]

People hint and 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 some bullshit
People promise you of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's the water and grits
got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I better get by my ally
About to that crazy shit while I go look for some Thai

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

Oh what the
Niggas wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope not wack
But at this there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we take
'Cause the is delicious
I'm the who's ambitious
Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I just jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all the land (Three three three)
The is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street, belly to the
beats in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga to flex but he had to be smoked
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 bowl of chicken
I Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip like Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom named
A anna bonanna
Yeah you know
Met her in a
up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your first jalopy for real
I used to deal but the popped me
I had the hydros but they my crops and steel
I chills scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core
You

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

I want the farmer man. man
I want the farmer man. You 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 to be-bop to P-funk
enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the to the Atlantic
I dig dips got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
Take you in a
Takin' you out is easier than a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box well I rocks the orthodox to make you squirm
Yes I come Cali no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device I gets nice
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, fuck it, I got