Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm writing that I feel
Raps are black steel in the hour of commotion, the 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 with tint, time is money
The is funny, how it's spent on getting it
It's sitting with descendants of
Who say the jam is "money, cash, hoes"
I went from bashful to to international lover-self
Word to the mother on my record cover, it's felt
Now with it

I wanna get it
Let's do
I wanna see you 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

In never-ending battle to please
Niggas, writers, emcees
Who hot shit, I freeze
And tell where I was rose, we always said cold
Hold your and your carriages
never-went-gold nigga rocks shows care-less
You not gon' respect self, at least the heritage
Affecting lives is where the wealth and the is
I realize what I portray day to day, I carry this
And beats, and life is where the marriage is
Had of fucking R&B broads, it came true
I wreck, shared the same view
Picked up a fallen on the path that I emcee
voice, come to find 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 know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies
I'm amongst it, save the war stories for Ryan, INI

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 music oh ah, can you feel the music, the

cry, children laugh, men dance
I to lose self and try to win fans
Over, on my shoulder fluctuates like Oprah's
My refrigerator poetry's like ultra
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 still rockin hickies, 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
Stop eatin meat, weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth, is that of a first step
Or the old lady who died and the nurse
I flow like cursive writing, you and yours to my openess
allow me to cop range like a vocalist
But man does not live on alone
What good is a range when it's time to head

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

I wanna get it
Let's do
I see you move it
So it
So let's 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,