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 a rhythm with a hunch
swing and give a punch and put a out to lunch
and scrunch up rap book pages, eat 'em like it's licorice
snatch your gold chains, steal your gold fronts and 'em to the

of the
and ride a rhinoceros back to the land
so I can show a foe who is the
and then go toe to toe and if the rhythm is
I take it on my journeys to the mystic
so I can dis the value of your ballyhoo
see, my is rather passive but I can get aggressive
brothers get when they try to be impressive
'cause I do not easily
D-E-L is to be
the of the fragrance
and the vagrants
scatter like in the sewer as we do 'em like two secret agents
in the region of the forest where the march dwells
I sit and write scriptures by the old well
collect all my notes and a boat back to Berkeley
tries fill my vibe 'cause my style is 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 rule of
I take a dip the pool of radiance 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 place beside Uncle Fester
'cause you are an uncle too, you are an Tom
and and Hieroglyphics 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 it hell beats livin' in the ghetto
are peaceful and everything's settle
with a good night's snooze on a bed of rose
I up in the morning feelin' happy and refreshed
before I make my journeys I eat and get dressed
a pair of blue and a shirt with greenish hues
greener than the grass was caught between my shoes
when I trample the forest with my brother CM-PX
the haired nubian there with a human
my hair notty without the proper groomin'
the whole metamorphis flowers bloomin'
in the shadows, within the trenches of the sea
free as Leah, a head of hair a tree
'cause I'm a child, follow me now children
'cause I'm a love child, I love to see the children
at my answers, foes get and nervous and panic
even as I venture the planet called Earth
born from the womb of the
in the meadow where my actions are irregula'
I bug out and tell my maid to the rug out
and dust it, and proceed to throw the out of the pasture
as I recline on a
wipe the funky speech and watch my profits seem to triple and
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...)"