Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

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

I wanna get 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 feel the music, the

In this never-ending to please
Niggas, magazine writers,
Who hot shit, I freeze
And them where I was rose, we always said cold
Hold your horses and carriages
This never-went-gold nigga rocks shows
You not respect self, at least respect 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 the marriage is
Had dreams of fucking R&B broads, it true
Journalist I wreck, the same view
Picked up a fallen angel on the path 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 to hearing everyday, uh-ah
You the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies dying
I'm it, save the war stories for Private Ryan, INI

I wanna get it
do this
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

Women cry, children laugh, men
I to lose self and try to win fans
Over, weight on my fluctuates like Oprah's
My refrigerator poetry's magnetic like
You couldn't if you was a poster
Posing like a for exposure
It's rumors of gay emcees, just come around me with it
You still rockin hickies, let me find out he did it
Got my on the tiger, eyes on the prize
Eyes on the thighs, of J. Blige
Imagining how the cat must be
eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth, is of a baby's first step
Or the old lady who died and the nurse
I flow like cursive writing, inviting you and to my openess
Shows allow me to cop range a vocalist
But man not live on bread alone
good is a range when it's time to head home?

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

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,