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

of the
and ride a rhinoceros back to the other
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 of your ballyhoo
see, my is rather passive but I can get aggressive
brothers get when they try to be impressive
'cause I do not easily
D-E-L is to be
the of the fragrance
and watch the
scatter like rats in the sewer as we do 'em 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 sail a boat to Berkeley
tries fill my vibe 'cause my is rather earthly
say it's wack but I ain't tryin' to hear it
as long as what I do contains my soul and my
it's cool, I use as a rule of thumb
I take a dip the pool of radiance until the fool was done
slidin' on the like a fat ignoramus
ya sold 8 million but ya don't entertain us
'cause 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 drop the
(Yeah...under the sun, under the sun, the sun...we gonna take it
light) X3
D-E-L, the 18 year old dwella of the
is it hell beats livin' in the ghetto
are peaceful and everything's settle
with a good night's on a bed of rose petals
I wake up in the feelin' happy and refreshed
before I make my journeys I must eat and get
a pair of blue jeans and a shirt with hues
greener than the that was caught between my shoes
when I trample the forest with my brother CM-PX
the kinky haired nubian with a human
my hair gets notty without the proper
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, me now children
'cause I'm a child, I love to see the children smile
at my answers, foes get frantic and nervous and
even as I venture past the called Earth
born from the of the nebula
deeper in the meadow where my are irregula'
I bug out and my maid to take the rug out
and dust it, and proceed to throw the out of the pasture
as I recline on a
wipe the funky speech and watch my seem to triple and quadruple
teachin' all the pupils proper scruples in the
[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...)"