Luyện nghe bài hát Wonderin' Why

I've in L.A. and D.C., Manhattan and Sydney
And Kingston, Jamaica where my Mandy was
98 degrees in the straight-up shade
I say I'm stickin' with her for the of my given days

"Somebody told me you're takin' a break
A sabbatical from rhymin' on the that you make
A birdie said that wasn't the case
They blamed your exodus on "DC" Kevin and Tait"

"Hold up, I say all that"

I move the people on a hot summer's day
I wanna serve up the Truth like it's pink

So if you're why I
to try my
Skills at this rap
Girl, I get enough
I been the black folks
And those white jokes
And are people
So just throw hands up
If you're why I
to try my
Skills at rap game
Girl, I can't get
I been rockin' the folks
And those same jokes
So all of God's
ya throw your hands up

I've away for some down time
But thought it was 'bout
To my freaky people what they came here for
I guess I needed some head
And felt that by grace
My homosapiens would still be up for more
I'm God in my hip-hop
If not, then my show
And everyone around me knows I ain't gonna sell
To those bad guys, they pushin' them lies
Tweak the freak and you'll be airing tonight guys

I wanna the people on a hot summer's day
I serve up the Truth like it's pink lemonade
I wanna give my people what they can't
I wanna light up the like the Fourth of July