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

of the
and ride a rhinoceros back to the land
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 journeys to the mystic
so I can dis the facial value of ballyhoo
see, my style is passive but I can get aggressive
get done when they try to be impressive
'cause I do not easily
is eager to be
the of the fragrance
and the vagrants
scatter like rats in the sewer as we do 'em two secret agents
in the region of the forest where the march dwells
I sit and write by the old wishin' well
collect all my notes and sail a boat back to
tries fill my 'cause my style is rather earthly
some say it's wack but I ain't to hear it
as long as I do contains my soul and my spirit
it's cool, I use this as a rule of
I a dip into the pool of radiance until the fool was done
slidin' on the like a fat ignoramus
ya sold 8 but ya still don't entertain us
'cause you're fraudulent, I have no time for a
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, the sun, under the sun...we gonna take it
light) X3
D-E-L, the 18 year old dwella of the
is showin' it beats livin' 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 feelin' happy and refreshed
I make my journeys I must eat and get dressed
a pair of blue 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 haired nubian there with a human
my gets notty without the proper groomin'
the whole resembles flowers bloomin'
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
I'm a love child, I love to see the children smile
at my answers, foes get and nervous and panic
even as I 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 dust it, and proceed to the thugs out of the pasture
as I recline on a
wipe the funky and watch my profits seem to triple and quadruple
all the pupils proper scruples in the meadow
[CHORUS: "(Yeah...under the sun, 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...)"