Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm writing shit that I
Raps are black steel in the of commotion, the motion 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 environ---ments
Of with seventeen's tint, time is money
The is funny, how it's spent on getting it
It's with descendants of Abraham
Who say the jam is "money, cash, hoes"
I from bashful to asshole to international lover-self
Word to the mother on my last cover, it's felt
Now deal it

I get into it
do this
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 never-ending battle to please
Niggas, writers, emcees
Who hot shit, I freeze
And tell them where I was rose, we said cold
Hold your and your carriages
This never-went-gold rocks shows care-less
You not gon' respect self, at least the heritage
lives is where the wealth and the merit is
I realize what I day to day, I gotta carry 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 angel on the path that I emcee
Familiar voice, come to find out the was me
say "You changing, Rashid"
Times are, we close
I far, away away away
From what you accustomed to everyday, uh-ah
You the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies dying
I'm amongst it, the war stories for Private 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 Oprah's
My refrigerator poetry's like ultra
You couldn't hang if you was a
Posing like a bitch for
It's rumors of gay emcees, just don't around me with it
You rockin hickies, don't 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 good the cat be
eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth, is that of a first step
Or the old who died and the nurse wept
I like cursive writing, inviting 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 home?

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 oh ah, can you feel the music, the music

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

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,