Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Flower [Gutter Remix Instrumental]

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

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

Oh the heck
Niggas just wanna get to the track
brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I we're not wack
But at point there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take 93 we take loot
the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga who's
Michael Ross is the genie giving our wishes
One I wanna jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta play it all the land (Three three three)
The plan is grab the and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was down the street, belly to the beat
Phat beats in my head, shoes on my feet
tried 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
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
Shot him in the ass on the
him in the ass on the downstroke

Souped on the beat like a bowl of noodles
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 Bruno
A anna bonanna
you know Shafino
Met her in a
Souped up my glass, jet her ass to Rio
I'm Creole
Don't like the man of
I'm not your copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and
I chills like scotch on the
'Cause I gets paid for them hard-core props
You

How long can you the funk?
How can you freak the funk?
I the good stuff from the junk
How long can you the funk
Yeah, freak the
All right, the funk
the funk
Freak the
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 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 we've ships 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 Benzie
Box well I the orthodox styles 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 roll the dice if you can't pay the
I got more flavor 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got