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 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 to the other land
so I can a foe who is the prototype
and go toe to toe and if the rhythm is hype
I take it on my to the mystic place
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
is eager to be
the founder of the
and the vagrants
scatter like rats in the as we do 'em like two secret agents
in the region of the forest where the march hare
I sit and write by the old wishin' well
collect all my notes and sail a boat back to
fill my vibe 'cause my style is rather earthly
some say it's wack but I ain't tryin' to it
as long as what I do contains my and my spirit
it's cool, I use this as a rule of
I take a dip into the 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 take your place beside Fester
'cause you are an uncle too, you are an Tom
and D-E-L and 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 of the meadow
is showin' it hell livin' in the ghetto
things are peaceful and settle
with a night's snooze on a bed of rose petals
I wake up in the morning feelin' and refreshed
before I make my I must eat and get dressed
a pair of blue jeans and a with greenish hues
greener than the grass that was caught between my
when I trample through the forest my brother CM-PX
the kinky haired nubian there with a
my hair gets notty without the proper
the whole metamorphis resembles flowers
in the shadows, deep the trenches of the sea
free as Leah, a head of hair like a
I'm a love child, follow me now children
'cause I'm a love child, I love to see the smile
at my answers, foes get frantic and and panic
even as I venture past the called Earth
from the womb of the nebula
deeper in the meadow where my 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 recline on a
wipe the funky speech and watch my profits to triple and quadruple
teachin' all the pupils proper in the meadow
"(Yeah...under the sun, under 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...)"