Luyện nghe bài hát Sunny Meadowz

(Yeah...I'm take it light...Yeah...D-E-L in the house...funky,
funky,
funky, lyrics...check this out)
I contemplate a rhythm a hunch
and give a punch and put a fraud out to lunch
and scrunch up your rap pages, eat 'em like it's licorice
your gold chains, steal your 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 is hype
I take it on my journeys to the place
so I can dis the facial value of ballyhoo
see, my style is rather passive but I can get
brothers get done they try to be impressive
'cause I do not impress
is eager to be
the founder of the
and the vagrants
like 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 write scriptures by the old well
collect all my notes and a boat back to Berkeley
fill my vibe 'cause my style is rather earthly
some say it's 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 the pool of radiance until the fool was done
on the floor like a fat ignoramus
ya sold 8 million but ya still entertain us
you're fraudulent, I have 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 Hieroglyphics gonna the bomb
(Yeah...under the sun, under the sun, the sun...we gonna take it
light) X3
D-E-L, the 18 old dwella of the meadow
is it hell beats livin' in the ghetto
things are peaceful and settle
a good night's snooze on a bed of rose petals
I wake up in the morning feelin' and refreshed
before I make my journeys I eat and get dressed
a pair of blue jeans and a shirt greenish hues
greener than the that was caught between my shoes
when I trample through the forest with my CM-PX
the kinky nubian there with a human
my hair gets notty without the groomin'
the whole metamorphis flowers bloomin'
in the shadows, deep the trenches of the sea
as Leah, a head of hair like a tree
'cause I'm a love child, follow me now
'cause I'm a child, I love to see the children smile
at my answers, foes get frantic and nervous and
even as I past the planet called Earth
born the womb of the nebula
in the meadow where my actions are irregula'
I bug out and tell my maid to the rug out
and dust it, and to throw the thugs out of the pasture
as I on a hippo
wipe the funky speech and watch my seem to triple and quadruple
teachin' all the 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...)"