Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Carpet

Timabaland's infamous
Allow me to assemble this flow with limitless
For all man, woman and child
I have no
Break all in various areas
My is mimicked
Track prime minister, some say
None stoppin' the groove 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 dream state of
Woke up to the sounds of man Timbaland
Five Mexican scopin' us
dancin', sayin', "Hell, he's handsome" in Spanish
We was fine until the vanished
and open fire, to an opium
Higher than I ever in my life
Heard throughout the night like

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

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

It's yours my, gift to you, to do what you
But I suggest you do you do to make the spirits move
I hear you dude, and me bein' a barrel of
But your ears heavenly, I sit in this chair and produce
my hallway darkened
I felt the surge rush throughout my apartment
And the callin' like

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

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

Phone overdue, on the way, low pay
Low for your mom, gotta get away
Smoke, hate now, then you talk about the ghetto
I'm generation of that, came out the womb with a hat
Polo on and with a gold tooth
I'm superman, I can spit from any booth
You and your cold ass do what 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 dance on Indian carpet
act retarded
While dance on Indian carpet
on

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