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 contemplate a rhythm with a
and give a punch and put a fraud out to lunch
and scrunch up rap book pages, eat 'em like it's licorice
snatch your chains, steal 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 then go toe to toe and if the rhythm is
I take it on my journeys to the place
so I can dis the facial of your ballyhoo
see, my style is rather but I can get aggressive
brothers get when they try to be impressive
'cause I do not impress
is eager 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 write scriptures by the old wishin'
collect all my and sail a boat back to Berkeley
tries fill my vibe 'cause my style is earthly
say it's wack but I ain't tryin' to hear it
as long as I do contains my soul and my spirit
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 floor like a fat
ya sold 8 but ya still don't 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 and Hieroglyphics gonna drop the bomb
(Yeah...under the sun, under the sun, under the sun...we take it
light) X3
D-E-L, the 18 old dwella of the meadow
is showin' it beats livin' in the ghetto
things are peaceful and everything's
with a good night's 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 and a shirt with greenish hues
greener than the grass that was caught between my
when I trample the forest with my brother CM-PX
the haired nubian there with a human
my hair gets notty without the groomin'
the whole metamorphis resembles flowers
in the shadows, deep within the of the sea
free as Leah, a head of hair like a
'cause I'm a love child, me now children
'cause I'm a love child, I love to see the children
at my answers, get frantic and nervous and panic
even as I venture past the 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 throw the thugs out of the
as I recline on a
wipe the funky speech and watch my seem 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...)"