Luyện nghe bài hát Wonderin' Why

I've played in L.A. and D.C., Manhattan and
And Kingston, where my Mandy was made
It's 98 degrees in the straight-up
I say I'm with her for the rest of my given days

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

"Hold up, I say all that"

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

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

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

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