Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Carpet

Timabaland's flow
Allow me to this flow with limitless style
For all man, and innocent child
I have no
Break all barriers in various
My sound is
Track prime minister, some say
None the groove until when it's
The climax, some is bitin' my hot hats
And followed my pattern, but I done that

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

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

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

It's yours my, to you, to do what you choose
But I suggest you do what you do to make the move
I you dude, and me bein' a barrel of fruit
But your ears heavenly, when I sit in this and produce
my hallway darkened
I felt the power rush throughout my apartment
And the glance callin'

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

Mag spit a sense 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 charge it ain't no crime
years old and I got more time

Phone overdue, on the way, low pay
Low rent for mom, gotta get away
Smoke, hate now, then you talk about the ghetto
I'm tenth generation of that, 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 dance on carpet
on, uh
Niggas act
While they dance on Indian
on, uh

get 'em started
While they dance on Indian
act retarded
While dance on Indian carpet
on

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