Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm writing shit I feel
Raps are steel 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 and Short, I been inspired
My knocks environ---ments
Of cats seventeen's tint, time is money
The mind is funny, how it's on getting it
It's sitting descendants of Abraham
Who say the jam is "money, cash, hoes"
I went from bashful to asshole to lover-self
Word to the mother on my last record cover, felt
Now deal it

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

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

I get into it
Let's do
I see you move it
So it
So let's get into 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 like ultra
You couldn't if you was a poster
like a bitch for exposure
It's rumors of gay emcees, just don't around me with it
You rockin hickies, don't let me find out he did it
Got my eyes on the tiger, eyes on the
on the thighs, of Mary J. Blige
Imagining how good the cat be
Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I rap husky
My verse depth, is that of a first step
Or the old lady who died and the wept
I flow like cursive writing, inviting you and yours to my
Shows allow me to cop like a vocalist
But man does not live on bread
What good is a when it's time to head home?

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

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

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,