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 that of a ocean 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 spent on getting it
It's with descendants of Abraham
Who say the jam is "money, cash, hoes"
I went from bashful to asshole to international
Word to the mother on my last record cover, felt
Now with it

I get into it
do this
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

In this never-ending to please
Niggas, writers, emcees
Who request hot shit, I
And tell them I was rose, we always said cold
your horses and your carriages
This nigga rocks shows care-less
You not gon' respect self, at respect the heritage
Affecting is where the wealth 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 came
Journalist I wreck, shared the same
Picked up a fallen angel on the path that I
Familiar voice, to find out the angel was me
say "You changing, Rashid"
Times are, we close
I far, away away away
From you accustomed to hearing everyday, uh-ah
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies
I'm amongst it, save the war for Private Ryan, INI

I wanna get it
Let's do
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 feel the music, the

cry, children laugh, men dance
I refuse to lose and try to win fans
Over, weight on my shoulder like Oprah's
My refrigerator poetry's magnetic like
You hang if you was a poster
Posing like a bitch for
It's rumors of gay emcees, just don't around me with 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 good the cat be
Stop eatin meat, weight, but I still rap husky
My depth, is that of a baby's first step
Or the old lady who and the nurse wept
I flow like cursive writing, you and yours to my openess
Shows allow me to cop range like a
But man does not on bread alone
What good is a range when it's to head home?

I get into it
Let's do
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

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

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,