Luyện nghe bài hát Sunshower

Yo... song is...
Aiyyo Dunn this song is Sunshower
Cause we approachin the final
You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers and sisters now
Is stay close to your families, and all loved ones
this globe is about to explode with hatred
They killin for pennies,
to the Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo

Trouble follows a wicked mind, 20/20 vision
of the prism of light but still
you lack the inner, every sinner
will end up in the everlastin of hellfire
Throw on mix just picks your third eye out
you cry out your fly out, and sounds die out
You unheard, sufferin eternally, internal external
with your wicked fraternal from generals to colonels
Releasin thermonuclear heat that you firmly
And permanently upon journey
the journal of the book of life
Those who took a life without
will become ice ice ice
been taught that your worst enemy can harm you
as much as your own thoughts
devils fought we wrought, and let's annoint
Now you're bein persecuted by universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend of
rose petals and jasmine, as men use talismans
Burn incense, chantin witchcraft to reach high dimensions
I'm convinced, Allah is God has been always will be
You could every square inch of the planet and still be
Ninety-three million miles from the sun
Til you realize you and the sun is one, like the
Know the ledge to where heart is
or fall off into the internal that's uncharted
Light at the rate of 186,000 miles per second
through time and space, until it reach a
And once we're freed of darkness, and show em the path
Yo as the Red Sea was parted, into these
at the narrow gate, but why that's a road to and hate
What you thought was a sport? A game?
One hundred years short, know the soul is
Walk through many portals, and who go astray
will pay a judgment day, and these few of wicked bullshit
ain't worth the eternity a sulfur lake
With dragons and snakes, and any pain you can
Instead, I to become a newlywed to the true bread
of life and fed God of light to my head
It's been said, the fool who sleep is dead, so I stay awake
And take care of my brother, and uncover the skin
so we can see other, cause every color
that makes the light duller, who's the colored man?
Who's the original, the biochemical
Who's the digital, digital, digital, digital
Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Two hundred thousand million cubic feet of air we breath
While niggaz minds are trapped twenty thousand fathoms
the sea of reality, they inhale deep, devils have em
Stagnant, a trapping, the .45
And bone fragments
Cops love the block you gettin up by Dragnet
into a six by a steel cabinet
Flippin weights ancient tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it
Those who haven't learnt get
You freaky ass get burned
Some walk around like they concerned
with the goin on inside the world
The of old men molest little girls
Is it because the girl's breast has
to the size of a woman, she's twelve
The whole world is sick, sick,
up in six, six, six
I started off as a pawn in marathon of life
Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to up Babylon
A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we're from
goin in circles, like a ferris
Undernourished meals I cherish hope, inside the sea of life
Use my third eye for a periscope, and take flight to the of night
To far heights so dark even wit a bright light
you couldn't see a spark of
While play ball, ID call, me and GZA Dirty
hangin in halls, bangin on
Kickin rhymes three hours straight no pause
Boostin from sunrise to Amityville morgue
Kept razorblade between the jaws, all laws
Started out writin fables to beats on lunchroom tables
to wearin long cables that hung to the navel
So pack some crack and fat of skunk
to funnel the P-Funk, smokin woolie
Dust cocktails and primos, more dice than casinos
Back when Wu-Gambinos were F.O.I. MC's
All and together now B.C.C.
REC Posse, G.P., D.M.D.
Ol Dirty stalked East New GZA maintained Franklin Lane
I was going to time with the Jeff, when got slain
Polo got nervous walked me to Shaolin sent me to
Took time in Marquis, New God general contractin service
While Chef and Dead was off the Nu-dol
For white boys who took
Buildin up bicep pectoids and deltoids
Back when our girlfriends was
Cuttin with Ghost tryin to bag hoes in Mary Birchem
A Maybeldine beacon night Washington Irving
young Gods was seekin
Hoes in Westinghouse and Clara Parton and
Girls who like Sarafina
On the corner of Belmont and Picket Avenue I her
As if I her
I was dead broke, now I will use key notes to G-notes
So always hope
See subway train run the city like blood through the veins
To the of Medina, but Shaolin is the brain
So take heed to words
And the power of the Sunshower

Approachin the hour
Power equality, Allah sees
come together under the wings
And take flight, Wu-Tang, the saga,
In sector