Luyện nghe bài hát Sunny Meadowz

(Yeah...I'm take 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 fraud out to
and scrunch up your rap book pages, eat 'em like licorice
snatch your gold chains, steal your gold fronts and 'em to the

of the
and a rhinoceros back to the other land
so I can a foe who is the prototype
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 value of your
see, my style is rather but I can get aggressive
brothers get when they try to be impressive
'cause I do not easily
is eager to be
the founder of the
and watch the
scatter like rats in the sewer as we do 'em two secret agents
in the region of the forest the march hare dwells
I sit and write scriptures by the old wishin'
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 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 of radiance until the fool was done
slidin' on the floor a fat ignoramus
ya sold 8 but ya still don't entertain us
'cause you're fraudulent, I no time for a jester
go your place beside Uncle Fester
you are an uncle too, you are an Uncle Tom
and D-E-L and Hieroglyphics drop the bomb
(Yeah...under the sun, under the sun, under the sun...we take it
light) X3
D-E-L, the 18 year old dwella of the
is showin' it hell beats in the ghetto
things are peaceful and everything's
a good night's snooze on a bed of rose petals
I wake up in the morning happy and refreshed
I make my journeys I must eat and get dressed
a pair of blue jeans and a shirt greenish hues
greener than the grass that was between my shoes
when I trample through the with my brother CM-PX
the kinky haired there with a human
my gets notty without the proper groomin'
the whole metamorphis resembles bloomin'
in the shadows, deep the trenches of the sea
free as Leah, a of hair like a tree
'cause I'm a love child, follow me now
'cause I'm a love child, I love to see the children
at my answers, foes get frantic and and panic
even as I venture past the planet Earth
from the womb of the nebula
deeper in the meadow where my 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 my profits seem to triple and quadruple
teachin' all the pupils scruples in the meadow
[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...)"