Luyện nghe bài hát Sunshower

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

Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, vision
of the of light but still blind
because you lack the inner, sinner
will end up in the everlastin winter of
Throw on this mix picks your third eye out
you cry out words fly out, and sounds die out
You remain unheard, sufferin eternally, internal
Along with your wicked fraternal from generals to
Releasin heat that burns you firmly
And permanently upon journey
Through the journal of the of life
Those who took a life justice
will just ice ice ice
It's been taught that your worst can harm you
as as your own wicked thoughts
What devils fought we wrought, and let's
Now bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend of
rose petals and jasmine, as men use talismans
Burn some incense, chantin witchcraft to reach dimensions
I'm convinced, Allah is God always has been always be
You could every square inch of the planet and still be
Ninety-three million miles from the sun
Til you you and the sun is one, like the knowledge
Know the ledge to where your is
or fall off the internal hell that's uncharted
Light travels at the rate of 186,000 per second
through time and space, it reach a target
And once we're freed of darkness, and em where the path
Yo as the Red Sea was parted, these straight
at the narrow gate, but why that's a to destruction and hate
What you thought life was a A game?
One hundred years short, know the soul is
through many portals, and those who go astray
will pay a day, and these few years of wicked bullshit
ain't worth the inside a sulfur lake
With and snakes, and any pain you can imaginate
Instead, I chose to a newlywed to the true bread
of life and fed God Degree of light to my
It's been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay
And take care of my brother, and reveal the skin
so we can see each other, every color
that makes the appear duller, who's the colored man?
Who's the original, who's the
the grafted digital, digital, digital, digital
Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Two hundred thousand million atmosphere feet of air we breath
While niggaz are trapped twenty thousand fathoms beneath
the sea of reality, they can't inhale deep, devils em
Stagnant, a trapping, the .45
And bone fragments
Cops the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet
Thrown into a six by a steel
weights readin ancient tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it
Those who haven't get returned
You freaky ass get burned
Some around like they ain't concerned
with the hell goin on inside the
The of old men molest little girls
Is it because the girl's has swelled
to the size of a woman, although twelve
The whole is sick, sick, sick
up in six, six, six
I started off as a pawn in this marathon of
to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon
A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we're from
goin in circles, a ferris wheel
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 that even wit a bright
you couldn't see a of light
While play ball, ID call, me and GZA Dirty
hangin in halls, on walls
Kickin rhymes hours straight with no pause
Boostin Freeport sunrise to Amityville morgue
razorblade between the jaws, breakin all laws
Started out writin to makin beats on lunchroom tables
to long cables that hung down to the navel
So pack some crack and fat of skunk
to funnel the P-Funk, woolie blunts
Dust and primos, shot more dice than casinos
Back when were called F.O.I. MC's
All and together now B.C.C.
REC Posse, G.P., D.M.D.
Ol stalked East New York GZA maintained Franklin Lane
I was going to time with the Jeff, students got slain
Polo got walked me to Shaolin sent me to Curtis
Took time in Marquis, New God general contractin service
While Meth Chef and Dead was off the
For boys who took steroids
Buildin up bicep tricep and deltoids
Back when our girlfriends was
Cuttin with Ghost tryin to bag hoes in Mary Birchem
A Maybeldine beacon night Washington Irving
These young Gods was
Hoes in and Clara Parton and Medina
who sung like Sarafina
On the corner of Belmont and Picket Avenue I her
As if I her
I was broke, now I will use key notes to make G-notes
So it's always
See subway train run through the like blood through the veins
To the heart of Medina, but is the brain
So take to these words
And feel the power of the

Approachin the final
Power equality, Allah everything
Let's come together the wings
And flight, Wu-Tang, the saga, Ryzarecta
In your