Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Carpet

Timabaland's infamous
me to assemble this flow with limitless style
For all man, woman and child
I no perimeter
Break all barriers in various
My is mimicked
prime minister, some say sinister
None the groove until when it's
The climax, some is bitin' my hot hats
And followed my drum pattern, but I that

time to change, get more deranged
Feels more
Follow me gravel and shallow trees
From mountains to plain, to thunder and black rain
Through the state of Utopia
Woke up to the sounds of man Timbaland
Five Mexican bitches us
Belly dancin', sayin', "Hell, handsome" in Spanish
We was fine until the subtitles
and open fire, to an opium
Higher than I ever been in my
Heard cries the night like

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

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

yours my, gift to you, to do what you choose
But I suggest you do what you do to make the move
I hear you dude, and me a barrel of fruit
But your heavenly, when I sit in this chair and produce
Then my hallway
I felt the surge rush throughout my apartment
And the glance like

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

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

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

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

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

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