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 give a punch and put a out to lunch
and scrunch up your rap book pages, eat 'em like licorice
snatch your chains, steal your gold fronts and return 'em to the

of the
and ride a back to the other 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 to the mystic place
so I can dis the facial value of your
see, my is rather passive but I can get aggressive
brothers get done 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 the march hare dwells
I sit and write scriptures by the old well
collect all my notes and sail a back to Berkeley
tries my vibe 'cause my style is rather earthly
some say wack but I ain't tryin' to hear it
as long as what I do my soul and my spirit
it's cool, I use this as a rule of
I a dip into the pool of radiance until the fool was done
slidin' on the floor like a fat
ya sold 8 million but ya still entertain us
'cause you're fraudulent, I have no time for a
go your place beside Uncle Fester
'cause you are an uncle too, you are an Tom
and D-E-L and Hieroglyphics 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 of the meadow
is it hell beats livin' in the ghetto
things are peaceful and settle
with a good night's snooze on a bed of petals
I wake up in the feelin' happy and refreshed
before I my journeys I must eat and get dressed
a pair of blue jeans and a shirt with hues
than the grass that was caught between my shoes
when I trample the forest with my brother CM-PX
the kinky nubian there with a human
my hair gets notty without the proper
the whole metamorphis resembles bloomin'
in the shadows, deep within the of the sea
as Leah, a head of hair like a tree
'cause I'm a child, follow me now children
'cause I'm a child, I love to see the children smile
at my answers, get frantic and nervous and panic
even as I past the planet called Earth
from the womb of the nebula
deeper in the meadow my actions are irregula'
I bug out and tell my maid to the rug out
and dust it, and proceed to the thugs out of the pasture
as I on a hippo
the funky speech and watch my profits seem to triple and quadruple
teachin' all the pupils scruples in the meadow
[CHORUS: "(Yeah...under the sun, the sun, under 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...)"