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 your rap book pages, eat 'em like it's
snatch your gold chains, steal your 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 it on my journeys to the mystic place
so I can dis the facial of your ballyhoo
see, my style is rather passive but I can get
brothers get when they try to be impressive
I do not impress easily
D-E-L is to be
the of the fragrance
and watch the
scatter like in the sewer as we do 'em like two secret agents
in the region of the forest where the hare dwells
I sit and scriptures by the old wishin' well
collect all my notes and a boat back to Berkeley
tries fill my vibe 'cause my style is rather
some say it's wack but I tryin' to hear it
as long as what I do my soul and my spirit
it's cool, I use as a rule of thumb
I take a dip into the pool of radiance the fool was done
slidin' on the like a fat ignoramus
ya sold 8 but ya still don't entertain us
you're fraudulent, I have no time for a jester
go take your place beside Fester
'cause you are an too, you are an Uncle Tom
and D-E-L and Hieroglyphics gonna drop the
(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
things are and everything's 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 journeys I must eat and get
a of blue jeans and a shirt with greenish hues
greener than the that was caught between my shoes
when I trample through the forest with my brother
the kinky haired nubian there a human
my hair gets notty without the proper
the whole metamorphis resembles bloomin'
in the shadows, within the trenches 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 love child, I to see the children smile
at my answers, foes get frantic and and panic
as I venture past the planet called Earth
born from the womb of the
deeper in the where my actions are irregula'
I bug out and tell my to take the rug out
and it, and proceed to throw the thugs out of the pasture
as I on a hippo
wipe the funky speech and watch my profits seem to and quadruple
teachin' all the pupils proper scruples in the
[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...)"