Luyện nghe bài hát Sunny Meadowz

(Yeah...I'm take it light...Yeah...D-E-L in the house...funky,
funky,
funky, funky lyrics...check out)
I contemplate a rhythm with a
swing and give a punch and put a out to lunch
and scrunch up your rap book pages, eat 'em like it's
snatch your gold chains, steal your fronts and return 'em to the

of the
and ride a rhinoceros back to the land
so I can a foe who is the prototype
and go toe to toe and if the rhythm is hype
I take it on my to the mystic place
so I can dis the facial of your ballyhoo
see, my style is rather but I can get aggressive
brothers get done when they try to be
'cause I do not easily
is eager to be
the of the fragrance
and watch the
scatter like rats in the sewer as we do 'em like two secret
in the region of the forest where the march hare
I sit and write scriptures by the old wishin'
collect all my notes and a boat back to Berkeley
tries my vibe 'cause my style is rather earthly
some say it's wack but I ain't to hear it
as as what I do contains my soul and my spirit
it's cool, I use this as a of thumb
I take a dip the pool of radiance until the fool was done
on the floor like a fat ignoramus
ya 8 million but ya still don't entertain us
'cause you're fraudulent, I no time for a jester
go take your place Uncle Fester
'cause you are an too, you are an Uncle Tom
and D-E-L and gonna drop the bomb
(Yeah...under the sun, under the sun, under the sun...we gonna it
light) X3
D-E-L, the 18 year old dwella of the
is showin' it hell beats in the ghetto
are peaceful and everything's settle
with a good night's snooze on a bed of petals
I wake up in the morning feelin' happy and
I make my journeys I must eat and get dressed
a pair of blue jeans and a shirt with greenish
greener than the grass that was caught between my
when I through the forest with my brother CM-PX
the kinky haired nubian there a human
my hair gets without the proper groomin'
the whole resembles flowers bloomin'
in the shadows, within the trenches of the sea
free as Leah, a head of hair like a
I'm a love child, follow me now children
'cause I'm a love child, I love to see the smile
at my answers, foes get and nervous and panic
even as I venture past the planet Earth
from the womb of the nebula
deeper in the meadow my actions are irregula'
I bug out and my maid to take the rug out
and dust it, and proceed to the thugs out of the pasture
as I recline on a
wipe the funky speech and my profits seem to triple and quadruple
all the pupils proper scruples in the meadow
[CHORUS: "(Yeah...under the sun, under the sun, under the sun...we
it light) X4"
"(How ya doin'?, How ya livin'?, in the meadow, in the meadow...hey, How
ya
feelin'?, How ya doin'?...hey...ah yeah...)"