Luyện nghe bài hát Wonderin' Why

I've in L.A. and D.C., Manhattan and Sydney
And Kingston, Jamaica my Mandy was made
It's 98 degrees in the shade
I say I'm stickin' with her for the rest of my days

"Somebody me that you're takin' a break
A sabbatical from on the records that you make
A little birdie said that the case
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 serve up the Truth it's pink lemonade

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

I've been away for some time
But it was 'bout time
To give my freaky people what came here for
I guess I some head space
And felt that by grace
My homosapiens would be up for some more
I'm talkin' God in my
If not, my show stops
And everyone around me knows I gonna sell -out
To those bad guys, they pushin' them white
Tweak the word freak and you'll be tonight guys

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