Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm shit that I feel
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 Rakim and Short, I inspired
My shit environ---ments
Of cats seventeen's tint, time is money
The mind is funny, how spent on getting it
It's sitting descendants 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 cover, it's felt
Now deal it

I wanna get it
Let's do
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 where I was rose, we always said cold
Hold your horses and your
This never-went-gold rocks shows care-less
You not gon' respect self, at least the heritage
Affecting lives is where the and the merit is
I realize what I portray day to day, I gotta this
And beats, rhymes and is where the marriage is
Had dreams of fucking R&B broads, it true
Journalist I wreck, shared the view
Picked up a fallen on the path that I emcee
Familiar voice, come to find out the was me
say "You changing, Rashid"
Times are, we still
I rhyme far, away away
From what you accustomed to hearing everyday,
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies
I'm it, save the war stories for Private Ryan, INI

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

cry, children laugh, men dance
I refuse to self and try to win fans
Over, weight on my shoulder like Oprah's
My poetry's magnetic like ultra
You couldn't if you was a poster
Posing like a bitch for
rumors of gay emcees, just don't come around me with it
You still 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 good the cat be
Stop eatin meat, weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth, is that of a baby's first
Or the old lady who died and the wept
I like cursive writing, inviting you and yours to my openess
Shows allow me to cop like a vocalist
But man not live on bread alone
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
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 let's just get it
Let's do
Can you feel the
The oh ah, can you feel the music, the music

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,