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 me that you're takin' a break
A sabbatical rhymin' on the records that you make
A little birdie that wasn't the case
They blamed your on "DC" partners Kevin and Tait"

"Hold up, I say all that"

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

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

I've been away for some time
But it was 'bout time
To give my freaky people what they came for
I guess I needed head space
And felt by God's grace
My homosapiens would 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 gonna sell
To those bad guys, they pushin' white lies
Tweak the word freak and be airing tonight guys

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