Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,