Luyện nghe bài hát Sunshower

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

Trouble behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision
of the of light but still blind
because you lack the inner, sinner
end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire
Throw on this mix picks your third eye out
you cry out your fly out, and sounds die out
You remain unheard, sufferin eternally, external
Along with your fraternal from generals to colonels
Releasin heat that burns you firmly
And upon this journey
Through the journal of the book of
Those who took a life justice
become just ice ice ice
It's taught that your worst enemy can harm you
as as your own wicked thoughts
What fought we wrought, and let's annoint
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court
Iron hell the strong blend of rape and blend of sandal
rose petals and jasmine, as men use talismans
Burn some incense, chantin witchcraft to reach high
I'm convinced, Allah is God always has been always be
You travel every square inch of the planet and still be
Ninety-three million miles away the sun
Til you realize you and the sun is one, like the
the ledge to where your heart is
or fall off the internal hell that's uncharted
Light at the rate of 186,000 miles per second
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, into these
at the narrow gate, but why that's a to destruction and hate
What you life was a sport? A game?
One years short, know the soul is immortal
Walk many portals, and those who go astray
will pay a judgment day, and these few years of bullshit
ain't the eternity inside a sulfur lake
With and snakes, and any pain you can imaginate
Instead, I to become a newlywed to the true bread
of life and fed God Degree of to my head
It's been said, the fool who is already dead, so I stay awake
And take care of my brother, and reveal the skin
so we can see each other, every color
that makes the light appear duller, who's the man?
Who's the original, who's the
the grafted digital, digital, digital, digital
Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Two thousand 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 backed 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
the hell 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, she's twelve
The whole world is 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, tryin to steal his corpse we're from
goin in circles, a ferris wheel
Undernourished meals I cherish hope, drown the sea of life
Use my third eye for a periscope, and take flight to the edge of
To far so dark that even wit a bright light
you couldn't see a spark of
others play ball, ID call, me and GZA Dirty
hangin in halls, on walls
Kickin rhymes three hours straight no pause
Boostin Freeport sunrise to Amityville morgue
razorblade between the jaws, breakin all laws
Started out writin fables to makin on lunchroom tables
to wearin cables that hung down to the navel
So pack some and fat sacks of skunk
to funnel the P-Funk, smokin woolie
Dust cocktails and primos, shot dice than casinos
Back when Wu-Gambinos were F.O.I. MC's
All and now crew B.C.C.
REC Posse, G.P., D.M.D.
Ol Dirty stalked East New York GZA maintained Lane
I was to time with the Jeff, when students got slain
Polo got walked me to Shaolin sent me to Curtis
Took share time in Marquis, New God general contractin
Meth Chef and Dead was off the Nu-dol
For white who took steroids
up bicep tricep pectoids and deltoids
Back when our girlfriends was
Cuttin with Ghost tryin to bag hoes in Mary Birchem
A Maybeldine beacon school Washington Irving
These young Gods was
Hoes in Westinghouse and Clara and Medina
who sung like Sarafina
On the corner of Belmont and Avenue I seen her
As if I her
I was dead broke, now I will use key notes to G-notes
So it's hope
See subway train run through the city like through the veins
To the heart of Medina, but is the brain
So take heed to words
And feel the power of the

the final hour
Power equality, Allah sees
Let's come under the wings
And flight, Wu-Tang, the saga, Ryzarecta
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