Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Carpet

Timabaland's infamous
Allow me to assemble this flow with style
For all man, woman and innocent
I no perimeter
Break all barriers in various
My sound is
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

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

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

Ay yo, I woke up to a bowl of like the golden child
T.V. playin' like the poltergeist, must on overnight
I saw a beam of light, decided to walk to it
Could it be the son of Christ, I decided to to it
In the halls I heard music shoutin' beautiful
And I swore I heard a 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 a barrel of fruit
But your ears heavenly, when I sit in chair and produce
Then my darkened
I felt the power surge rush my apartment
And the glance callin'

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

Mag spit a sense of purpose on purpose
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 it ain't no bars
Handcuffed with no key, denyin' your plea
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 your mom, gotta get
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 from any booth
You and your cold ass do what you do
Just Mag never feel good, I am the flu

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

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

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