Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Carpet

Timabaland's infamous
Allow me to assemble this flow limitless style
For all man, and innocent child
I no perimeter
Break all barriers in areas
My is mimicked
Track prime minister, some say
None the groove until when it's
The climax, some niggas is bitin' my hot
And my drum pattern, but I done that

It's to change, get more deranged
more strange
Follow me through and shallow trees
From mountains to flat plain, to and black rain
Through the state of Utopia
Woke up to the sounds of that man
Mexican bitches scopin' us
Belly dancin', sayin', "Hell, handsome" in Spanish
We was fine until the subtitles
and open fire, to an opium
Higher than I been in my life
Heard cries throughout the night

Let's get 'em
While dance on Indian carpet
on, uh
Niggas act
While they on Indian carpet
on, uh
Let's get 'em
While they dance on Indian

Ay yo, I woke up to a bowl of rice the golden child
T.V. playin' like the poltergeist, must been on
I saw a strong of light, decided to walk to it
it be the son of Christ, I decided to talk to it
In the halls I heard music shoutin' beautiful
And I I heard a voice say

yours my, gift to you, to do what you choose
But I you do what you do to make the spirits move
I hear you dude, and me bein' a of fruit
But your ears heavenly, when I sit in this and produce
Then my darkened
I the power surge rush throughout my apartment
And the glance callin'

Let's get 'em
While they on Indian carpet
on, uh
Niggas act
While they dance on carpet
on

Mag with a sense of purpose on purpose
When you was eatin' collard greens I was eatin' dreams
I stepped in dog and bit skid row twice
ice I had put it in my orange slice
What you know livin' in a jail when it ain't no bars
Handcuffed with no key, world denyin' your
A third-degree charge it ain't no crime
Twenty-six years old and I got more

overdue, baby on the way, low pay
Low rent for your mom, get away
Smoke, now, then you wanna talk about the ghetto
I'm generation of that, came out the womb with a hat
Polo on and nikes with a tooth
I'm superman, I can spit from any booth
You and your cold ass crew do you do
remember Mag never feel good, I am the flu

Let's get 'em
While they on Indian carpet
on, uh
Niggas act
While they dance on Indian
on, uh

Let's get 'em
While they on Indian carpet
act retarded
While they dance on Indian
on

Indian
they dance on Indian carpet
Indian
While they dance on carpet