Luyện nghe bài hát Sunshower

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

Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20
of the prism of light but blind
you lack the inner, every sinner
will end up in the winter of hellfire
Throw on this mix picks your third eye out
you cry out words fly out, and sounds die out
You remain unheard, sufferin eternally, external
Along with your wicked fraternal from to colonels
Releasin thermonuclear heat that burns you
And upon this 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 wicked
What devils fought we wrought, and annoint
Now you're persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend of
with petals and jasmine, as men use talismans
Burn some incense, chantin witchcraft to high dimensions
I'm convinced, is God always has been always will be
You could travel every square 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 your heart is
or fall off the internal hell that's uncharted
Light travels at the of 186,000 miles per second
time and space, until it reach a target
And once we're of darkness, and show em where the path
Yo as the Red Sea was parted, these straight
at the narrow gate, but why that's a road to destruction and
What you thought life was a A game?
One hundred years short, the soul is immortal
Walk through portals, and those who go astray
will pay a judgment day, and few years of wicked bullshit
ain't worth the inside a sulfur lake
With dragons and snakes, and any 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 awake
And take care of my brother, and uncover the skin
so we can see each other, every color
makes the light appear duller, who's the colored man?
Who's the original, the biochemical
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, 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 readin ancient tablets, on the block nobody's havin it
Those who haven't learnt get
You ass niggaz get burned
Some around like they ain't concerned
the hell goin on inside the world
The body of old men molest little
Is it because the breast has swelled
to the size of a woman, although she's
The whole world is sick, sick,
up in six, six, six
I started off as a pawn in marathon of life
to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon
A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we're paragon
goin in circles, a ferris wheel
Undernourished meals I hope, drown inside the sea of life
Use my third eye for a periscope, and take flight to the edge of
To far heights so dark even wit a bright light
you see a spark of light
While others ball, ID call, me and GZA Dirty
hangin in halls, bangin on
Kickin three hours straight with no pause
from Freeport sunrise to Amityville morgue
Kept between the jaws, breakin all laws
Started out writin fables to makin beats on lunchroom
to wearin long cables that hung down to the
So pack crack and fat sacks of skunk
to the P-Funk, smokin woolie blunts
Dust cocktails and primos, shot 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 stalked East New York GZA Franklin Lane
I was going to time with the Jeff, when got slain
Polo got nervous walked me to Shaolin me to Curtis
Took share time in Marquis, New God general service
While Meth Chef and Dead was off the
For boys who took steroids
Buildin up bicep tricep pectoids and
Back our girlfriends was virgins
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 like Sarafina
On the corner of Belmont and Picket 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 heart of Medina, but Shaolin is the
So take to these words
And feel the of the Sunshower

the final hour
Power equality, sees everything
come together under the wings
And flight, Wu-Tang, the saga, Ryzarecta
In your