Luyện nghe bài hát Sunny Meadowz

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

of the
and ride a rhinoceros back to the other
so I can show a foe who is the
and then go toe to toe and if the rhythm is
I it on my journeys to the mystic place
so I can dis the facial value of your
see, my style is rather but I can get aggressive
brothers get done they try to be impressive
I do not impress easily
D-E-L is to be
the founder of the
and the vagrants
scatter like rats in the sewer as we do 'em two secret agents
in the region of the forest where the march hare
I sit and write scriptures by the old wishin'
collect all my notes and sail a boat back to
tries fill my vibe my style is rather earthly
some say wack but I ain't tryin' to hear it
as long as what I do contains my and my spirit
it's cool, I use this as a of thumb
I take a dip into the pool of until the fool was done
slidin' on the floor like a fat
ya 8 million but ya still don't entertain us
you're fraudulent, I have no time for a jester
go take your place beside Uncle
you are an uncle too, you are an Uncle Tom
and D-E-L and Hieroglyphics gonna drop the
(Yeah...under the sun, under the sun, under the sun...we take it
light) X3
D-E-L, the 18 year old of the meadow
is showin' it hell beats in the ghetto
are peaceful and everything's settle
with a good snooze on a bed of rose petals
I wake up in the morning feelin' happy and
before I make my journeys I must eat and get
a pair of blue jeans and a shirt with hues
greener than the grass that was caught my shoes
when I trample through the with my brother CM-PX
the kinky haired nubian with a human
my hair gets without the proper groomin'
the whole resembles flowers bloomin'
in the shadows, deep within the of the sea
free as Leah, a of hair like a tree
'cause I'm a love child, me now children
I'm a love child, I love to see the children smile
at my answers, foes get frantic and nervous and
even as I venture past the planet Earth
born from the of the nebula
deeper in the meadow where my are irregula'
I bug out and tell my to take the rug out
and dust it, and to throw the thugs out of the pasture
as I recline on a
wipe the speech and watch my profits seem to triple and quadruple
all the pupils proper scruples in the meadow
[CHORUS: "(Yeah...under the sun, under the sun, the sun...we gonna
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...)"