Luyện nghe bài hát Sunny Meadowz

(Yeah...I'm take it light...Yeah...D-E-L in the house...funky,
funky,
funky, funky lyrics...check out)
I a rhythm with a hunch
swing and give a and put a fraud out to lunch
and scrunch up rap book pages, eat 'em like it's licorice
snatch your gold chains, your gold fronts and return 'em to the

of the
and ride a rhinoceros back to the land
so I can show a foe who is the
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 of your ballyhoo
see, my style is rather but I can get aggressive
brothers get done when they try to be
'cause I do not easily
is eager to be
the founder of the
and the vagrants
scatter rats in the sewer as we do 'em like two secret agents
in the region of the forest where the march dwells
I sit and write scriptures by the old well
collect all my notes and a boat back to Berkeley
tries fill my vibe my style is rather earthly
some say it's wack but I ain't tryin' to 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 the pool of radiance until the fool was done
slidin' on the floor a fat ignoramus
ya 8 million 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 the bomb
(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 livin' in the ghetto
things are peaceful and everything's
with a good snooze on a bed of rose petals
I wake up in the morning feelin' happy and
before I make my I must eat and get dressed
a pair of blue jeans and a shirt with greenish
greener than the grass that was between my shoes
when I trample through the forest with my CM-PX
the kinky haired nubian there with a
my hair notty without the proper groomin'
the whole metamorphis resembles flowers
in the shadows, deep within the of the sea
free as Leah, a head of 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 and panic
even as I venture the planet called Earth
born from the womb of the
deeper in the meadow where my actions are
I bug out and tell my to take the rug out
and dust it, and proceed to 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, 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...)"