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 rap book pages, eat 'em like it's licorice
snatch your chains, steal your gold 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 then go toe to toe and if the rhythm is
I take it on my journeys to the mystic
so I can dis the facial value of ballyhoo
see, my is rather passive but I can get aggressive
brothers get done they try to be impressive
'cause I do not impress
D-E-L is to be
the founder of the
and watch the
scatter rats in the sewer as we do 'em like two secret agents
in the region of the where the march hare dwells
I sit and scriptures by the old wishin' well
collect all my and sail a boat back to Berkeley
tries fill my 'cause my style is rather earthly
say it's wack but I ain't tryin' to hear it
as long as I do contains my soul 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
on the floor like a fat ignoramus
ya 8 million but ya still don't entertain us
'cause you're fraudulent, I have no time for a
go take place beside Uncle Fester
'cause you are an too, you are an Uncle Tom
and D-E-L and Hieroglyphics gonna drop the
(Yeah...under the sun, the sun, under the sun...we gonna take it
light) X3
D-E-L, the 18 year old dwella of the
is showin' it hell beats livin' in the
things are and everything's settle
a good night's 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 of blue jeans and a shirt with greenish hues
greener than the grass that was caught my shoes
when I through the forest with my brother CM-PX
the kinky haired nubian there with a
my hair gets notty without the groomin'
the whole resembles flowers bloomin'
in the shadows, deep the trenches of the sea
free as Leah, a head of hair a tree
I'm a love child, follow me now children
'cause I'm a love child, I love to see the children
at my answers, get frantic and nervous and panic
as I venture past the planet called Earth
born the womb of the nebula
deeper in the meadow where my actions are
I bug out and my maid to take the rug out
and dust it, and proceed to throw the out of the pasture
as I on a hippo
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...)"