Luyện nghe bài hát Wonderin' Why

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

"Somebody me that you're takin' a break
A sabbatical rhymin' on the records that you make
A little birdie said wasn't the case
They blamed your on "DC" partners 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 pink lemonade

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

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

I move 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 deny
I light up the skies like the Fourth of July