Luyện nghe bài hát Sunshower

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

Trouble behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision
of the prism of light but blind
because you lack the inner, sinner
will end up in the everlastin winter of
Throw on this mix picks your third eye out
you cry out your fly out, and sounds die out
You remain unheard, sufferin eternally, internal
Along your wicked fraternal from generals to colonels
Releasin thermonuclear heat that burns you
And permanently upon journey
the journal of the book of life
Those who took a without justice
will just ice ice ice
It's been taught that your worst enemy can 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 with the strong blend of rape and blend of
with rose petals and jasmine, as men use
Burn some incense, chantin witchcraft to high dimensions
I'm convinced, Allah is God always has always will be
You could travel every square inch of the planet and be
Ninety-three miles away from the sun
Til you realize you and the sun is one, the knowledge
Know the ledge to 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, into these
at the narrow gate, but why that's a to destruction and hate
you thought life was a sport? A game?
One hundred years short, the soul is immortal
Walk through many portals, and those who go
will pay a day, and these few years of wicked bullshit
ain't worth the inside a sulfur lake
dragons and snakes, and any pain you can imaginate
Instead, I chose to become a newlywed to the bread
of life and fed God Degree of to my head
been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay awake
And take care of my brother, and reveal the skin
so we can see each other, cause color
makes 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 million atmosphere cubic feet of air we breath
niggaz 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
Thrown into a six by a steel
Flippin weights readin tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it
Those who haven't get returned
You freaky ass get burned
Some walk around like they concerned
with the hell goin on inside the
The body of old men molest little
Is it because the girl's has swelled
to the size of a woman, she's twelve
The world is sick, sick, sick
up in six, six, six
I started off as a in this marathon of life
Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a to blow up Babylon
A vagabond, to steal his corpse we're from paragon
in circles, like a ferris wheel
Undernourished meals I cherish hope, drown inside the sea of
Use my eye for a periscope, and take flight to the edge of night
To far heights so dark even wit a bright light
you couldn't see a spark of
While play ball, ID call, me and GZA Dirty
hangin in halls, bangin on
Kickin rhymes hours straight with no pause
from Freeport sunrise to Amityville morgue
Kept razorblade the jaws, breakin all laws
Started out writin fables to beats on lunchroom tables
to wearin long cables that 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 dice casinos
when Wu-Gambinos were called 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 Franklin
I was to time with the Jeff, when students got slain
Polo got nervous walked me to sent me to Curtis
Took share time in Marquis, New God contractin service
While Meth Chef and was off the Nu-dol
For white boys who steroids
Buildin up bicep tricep and deltoids
Back when our girlfriends was
Cuttin class with Ghost to bag hoes in Mary Birchem
A beacon night school Washington Irving
These young was seekin
Hoes in and Clara Parton 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 like blood through the veins
To the heart of Medina, but is the brain
So take to these words
And the power of the Sunshower

Approachin the hour
Power equality, Allah everything
Let's together under the wings
And flight, Wu-Tang, the saga, Ryzarecta
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