Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm writing shit that I
Raps are black steel in the hour of commotion, the of Com
Is like that of a ocean cause I'm
The earth, wind, and
Of hip hop, by and Short, I been inspired
My shit environ---ments
Of with 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 to asshole to international lover-self
Word to the mother on my record cover, it's felt
Now deal it

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

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

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

Women cry, children laugh, men
I refuse to lose self and try to win
Over, on my shoulder fluctuates like Oprah's
My refrigerator poetry's magnetic like
You hang if you was a poster
Posing like a for exposure
It's rumors of gay emcees, just don't come around me it
You still hickies, don't let me find out he did it
Got my on the tiger, eyes on the prize
on the thighs, of Mary J. Blige
Imagining how the cat must be
eatin meat, lost weight, but I still 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 to my openess
Shows allow me to cop range a vocalist
But man does not live on bread
What good is a when it's time to head home?

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

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

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,