Luyện nghe bài hát Sunshower

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

Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20
of the prism of light but still
you lack the inner, every sinner
will end up in the everlastin of hellfire
on this mix just picks your third eye out
you cry out words fly out, and sounds die out
You unheard, sufferin eternally, internal external
Along with your wicked fraternal from to colonels
Releasin thermonuclear that burns you firmly
And permanently upon journey
the journal of the book of life
Those who took a without justice
will become ice ice ice
It's been taught that your enemy can harm you
as much as own wicked thoughts
devils fought we wrought, and let's annoint
Now you're bein by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the blend of rape and blend of sandal
with rose petals and jasmine, as men use
Burn some incense, chantin witchcraft to reach dimensions
I'm convinced, Allah is God always has been will be
You could travel every square inch of the 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 your heart is
or fall off the internal hell that's uncharted
travels at the rate of 186,000 miles per second
through and space, until it reach a target
And we're freed of darkness, and show em where the path
Yo as the Red Sea was parted, into straight
at the narrow gate, but why that's a to destruction and hate
you thought life was a sport? A game?
One hundred short, know the soul is immortal
Walk through many portals, and those who go
will pay a judgment day, and these few of wicked bullshit
worth the eternity 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 of light to my head
It's said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay awake
And take care of my brother, and uncover reveal the
so we can see each other, cause every
that the light appear duller, who's the colored man?
Who's the original, the biochemical
Who's the grafted digital, digital, digital,
Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Two hundred thousand million cubic feet of air we breath
While minds are trapped twenty thousand fathoms beneath
the sea of reality, can't inhale deep, devils have em
Stagnant, a trapping, the .45
And shatter fragments
Cops love the block you gettin backed up by
into a six by a steel cabinet
Flippin weights readin tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it
Those who haven't learnt get
You freaky ass niggaz get
Some around like they ain't concerned
the hell goin on inside the world
The body of old men little girls
Is it because the girl's has swelled
to the of a woman, although she's twelve
The world is sick, sick, sick
up in six, six, six
I started off as a pawn in this marathon of
Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a to blow up Babylon
A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse from paragon
goin in circles, like a ferris
Undernourished I cherish hope, drown inside the sea of life
Use my eye for a periscope, and take flight to the edge of night
To far heights so dark that even wit a bright
you couldn't see a spark of
While others ball, ID call, me and GZA Dirty
hangin in halls, on walls
Kickin rhymes three hours straight with no
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 down to the
So pack some and fat sacks of skunk
to funnel the P-Funk, smokin woolie
cocktails and primos, shot more dice than casinos
Back Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.I. MC's
All and together now B.C.C.
REC Posse, G.P., D.M.D.
Ol Dirty East New York GZA maintained Franklin Lane
I was going to time with the Jeff, when got slain
Polo got nervous me to Shaolin sent me to Curtis
Took share time in Marquis, New God contractin service
While Meth and Dead was off the Nu-dol
For white boys who steroids
up bicep tricep pectoids and deltoids
Back when our was virgins
Cuttin class with Ghost to bag hoes in Mary Birchem
A Maybeldine night school Washington Irving
young Gods was seekin
Hoes in Westinghouse and Clara Parton and
Girls who sung Sarafina
On the corner of Belmont and Avenue I seen her
As if I her
I was broke, now I will use key notes to make G-notes
So always hope
See subway run through the city like blood through the veins
To the of Medina, but Shaolin is the brain
So take to these words
And feel the of the Sunshower

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