Luyện nghe bài hát Sunshower

Yo... this is...
Aiyyo Dunn this is called Sunshower
Cause we approachin the hour
You I ahh all I can say to my brothers and sisters right now
Is stay to your families, and all your 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 behind a wicked mind, 20/20
of the prism of light but blind
because you lack the inner, sinner
end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire
Throw on mix just picks your third eye out
you cry out your fly out, and sounds die out
You remain unheard, sufferin eternally, external
with your wicked fraternal from generals to colonels
Releasin thermonuclear heat that you firmly
And permanently upon journey
Through the journal of the of life
Those who took a without justice
will just ice ice ice
It's been taught that worst enemy can harm you
as much as your own thoughts
What devils we wrought, and let's annoint
Now you're bein persecuted by universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of and blend of sandal
with rose petals and jasmine, as men use
some incense, chantin witchcraft to reach high dimensions
I'm convinced, Allah is God always has always will be
You could travel every inch of the planet and still be
Ninety-three million away from the sun
Til you realize you and the sun is one, the knowledge
Know the to where your heart is
or fall off into the hell that's uncharted
Light travels at the rate of 186,000 miles per
through and space, until it reach a target
And once freed of darkness, and show em where the path
Yo as the Red Sea was parted, these straight
at the narrow gate, but why a road to destruction and hate
What you life was a sport? A game?
One hundred years short, the soul is immortal
Walk through portals, and those who go astray
will pay a judgment day, and these few years of wicked
ain't worth the eternity inside a sulfur
dragons and snakes, and any pain you can imaginate
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 each other, cause every
that makes the light duller, who's the colored man?
the original, who's the biochemical
Who's the digital, digital, digital, digital
Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Two hundred million atmosphere cubic feet of air we breath
While niggaz minds are trapped twenty thousand fathoms
the sea of reality, they can't inhale deep, devils em
Stagnant, a trapping, the .45
And bone fragments
Cops love the block you gettin up by Dragnet
Thrown into a six by a cabinet
Flippin weights readin ancient tablets, on the block nobody's havin it
who haven't learnt get returned
You ass niggaz get burned
Some walk around like ain't concerned
with the goin on inside the world
The body of old men little girls
Is it because the breast 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
Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up
A vagabond, to steal his corpse we're from paragon
in circles, like a ferris wheel
Undernourished I cherish hope, drown inside the sea of life
Use my third eye for a periscope, and take to the edge of night
To far heights so dark that even wit a light
you couldn't see a spark of
While others 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
Kept razorblade between the jaws, all laws
Started out writin fables to beats on lunchroom tables
to wearin long cables that down to the navel
So pack some and fat sacks of skunk
to funnel the P-Funk, smokin woolie
Dust cocktails and primos, more dice than casinos
Back when Wu-Gambinos 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 the Jeff, when students got slain
got nervous walked me to Shaolin sent me to Curtis
Took share time in Marquis, New God general service
While Meth and Dead was off the Nu-dol
For white boys who took
Buildin up bicep tricep and deltoids
Back when our girlfriends was
Cuttin class with Ghost tryin to bag hoes in Birchem
A Maybeldine beacon night Washington Irving
These young was seekin
Hoes in Westinghouse and Clara and Medina
Girls who sung like
On the corner of Belmont and Picket I seen her
As if I her
I was dead broke, now I will use key to make G-notes
So it's hope
See subway train run through the city like blood through the
To the heart of Medina, but is the brain
So heed to these words
And feel the of the Sunshower

Approachin the final
Power equality, Allah everything
Let's come together under the
And take flight, Wu-Tang, the saga,
In sector