Luyện nghe bài hát Sunshower

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

follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision
of the prism of but still blind
because you lack the inner, every
will end up in the winter of hellfire
on this mix just picks your third eye out
you cry out your fly out, and sounds die out
You unheard, sufferin eternally, internal external
Along with your wicked fraternal generals to colonels
Releasin thermonuclear heat that you firmly
And permanently upon journey
Through the journal of the of life
Those who a life without justice
will become ice ice ice
It's been taught that your worst can harm you
as much as your own wicked
What devils fought we wrought, and let's
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court
Iron hell with the blend of rape and blend of sandal
with petals and jasmine, as men use talismans
Burn some incense, witchcraft to reach high dimensions
I'm convinced, Allah is God always has always will be
You travel 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 your heart is
or fall off into the internal that's uncharted
travels at the rate of 186,000 miles per second
through time and space, until it reach a
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
What you thought life was a sport? A
One hundred short, know the soul is immortal
through many portals, and those who go astray
will pay a day, and these few years of wicked bullshit
ain't worth the eternity a sulfur lake
With and snakes, and any pain you can imaginate
Instead, I chose to become a newlywed to the true
of and fed God Degree of light to my head
been 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 other, cause every color
that makes the appear duller, who's the colored man?
Who's the original, who's the
Who's the grafted digital, digital, digital,
Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Two hundred thousand million atmosphere cubic of air we breath
While niggaz minds are trapped twenty thousand beneath
the sea of reality, they can't inhale deep, devils em
Stagnant, a trapping, the .45
And bone fragments
love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet
Thrown into a six by a steel
Flippin weights readin tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it
Those who learnt get returned
You freaky ass get burned
Some walk around like they ain't
with the hell goin on inside the
The body of old men little girls
Is it because the girl's 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 this marathon of
to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon
A vagabond, to steal his corpse we're from paragon
goin in circles, like a ferris
meals I cherish hope, drown 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 light
you couldn't see a spark of
others play ball, ID call, me and GZA Dirty
hangin in halls, bangin on
Kickin rhymes three straight with no pause
Boostin from Freeport sunrise to Amityville
Kept razorblade between the jaws, breakin all
Started out writin fables to makin on lunchroom tables
to wearin cables that hung down to the navel
So pack some crack and fat of skunk
to funnel the P-Funk, smokin blunts
Dust cocktails and primos, shot more than casinos
Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.I.
All and now crew B.C.C.
REC Posse, G.P., D.M.D.
Ol stalked East New York GZA maintained Franklin Lane
I was to time with the Jeff, when students got slain
Polo got nervous me to Shaolin sent me to Curtis
Took share time in Marquis, New God general service
While Chef and Dead was off the Nu-dol
For white boys who steroids
Buildin up bicep pectoids and deltoids
Back when our was virgins
class with Ghost tryin to bag hoes in Mary Birchem
A Maybeldine beacon night school Washington
These Gods was seekin
Hoes in Westinghouse and Clara Parton and
who sung like Sarafina
On the corner of Belmont and Picket I seen her
As if I her
I was dead broke, now I will use key notes to make
So always hope
See subway train run the city like blood through the veins
To the heart of Medina, but Shaolin is the
So take heed to words
And feel the power of the

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