Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm writing shit I feel
Raps are black in the hour of commotion, the motion of Com
Is like of a ocean devotion cause I'm
The earth, wind, and
Of hip hop, by Rakim and Short, I inspired
My shit knocks
Of cats with tint, time is money
The mind is funny, how spent on getting it
It's sitting with of Abraham
Who say the jam is "money, cash, hoes"
I went from to asshole to international lover-self
Word to the mother on my last record cover, felt
Now with it

I get into it
do this
I see you move it
So it
So let's get into it
Let's do
Can you feel the
The music oh ah, can you feel the music, the

In this battle to please
Niggas, magazine writers,
Who hot shit, I freeze
And tell them I was rose, we always said cold
your horses and your carriages
This never-went-gold nigga rocks shows
You not gon' self, at least respect the heritage
Affecting lives is where the and the merit is
I what I portray day to day, I gotta carry this
And beats, rhymes and is where the marriage is
Had dreams of R&B broads, it came true
I wreck, shared the same view
Picked up a fallen angel on the path I emcee
voice, come to find out the angel was me
say "You changing, Rashid"
Times are, we still
I rhyme far, away away
what you accustomed to hearing everyday, uh-ah
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies
I'm amongst it, save the war stories for Ryan, INI

I wanna get it
do this
I see you move it
So it
So let's just get it
do this
Can you the music?
The oh ah, can you feel the music, the music

Women cry, laugh, men dance
I refuse to self and try to win fans
Over, on my shoulder fluctuates like Oprah's
My refrigerator poetry's magnetic like
You hang if you was a poster
Posing like a bitch for
It's rumors of gay emcees, just don't come me with it
You rockin hickies, don't let me find out he did it
Got my eyes on the tiger, eyes on the
Eyes on the thighs, of J. Blige
Imagining how the cat must be
eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth, is that of a baby's step
Or the old lady who died and the nurse
I flow like cursive writing, inviting you and to my openess
Shows allow me to cop like a vocalist
But man does not live on bread
What good is a range it's time to head home?

I get into it
Let's do
I wanna see you it
So it
So let's just get it
do this
Can you the music?
The music oh ah, can you feel the music, the

I wanna get it
do this
I see you move it
So it
So just get into it
Let's do
Can you feel the
The oh ah, can you feel the music, the music

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,