Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm writing shit I feel
Raps are black steel in the of commotion, the motion of Com
Is like that of a devotion cause I'm
The earth, wind, and
Of hip hop, by and Short, I been inspired
My shit environ---ments
Of cats seventeen's tint, time is money
The mind is funny, how it's spent on it
It's sitting with of Abraham
Who say the jam is "money, cash, hoes"
I from bashful to asshole to international lover-self
Word to the on my last record cover, it's felt
Now with it

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

In this battle to please
Niggas, writers, emcees
Who request hot shit, I
And tell them where I was rose, we always said
Hold your horses and carriages
This never-went-gold nigga shows care-less
You not gon' respect self, at least the heritage
Affecting lives is where the wealth and the is
I what I portray day to day, I gotta carry this
And beats, rhymes and life is where the is
Had dreams of fucking R&B broads, it true
Journalist I wreck, shared the view
Picked up a fallen angel on the path I emcee
Familiar voice, to find out the angel 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 amongst it, save the war stories for Ryan, INI

I wanna get it
Let's do
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

Women cry, laugh, men dance
I refuse to self and try to win fans
Over, weight on my shoulder fluctuates like
My poetry's magnetic like ultra
You couldn't hang if you was a
Posing like a bitch for
It's rumors of gay emcees, don't come around me with it
You still rockin hickies, don't let me out he did it
Got my on the tiger, eyes on the prize
Eyes on the thighs, of Mary J.
how good the cat must be
Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I rap husky
My verse depth, is that of a baby's first
Or the old lady who died and the nurse
I like cursive writing, inviting you and yours to my openess
allow me to cop range like a vocalist
But man does not on bread alone
What good is a range when it's 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 feel the music, the

I get into it
do this
I wanna see you 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

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,