Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm shit that I feel
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 inspired
My shit knocks
Of cats seventeen's tint, time is money
The mind is funny, how it's on getting it
It's sitting with descendants of
Who say the jam is "money, cash, hoes"
I went 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
do this
I wanna see you it
So it
So let's get into it
Let's do
Can you the music?
The music oh ah, can you the music, the music

In this never-ending to please
Niggas, writers, emcees
Who hot shit, I freeze
And tell them where I was rose, we always cold
Hold your horses and carriages
This never-went-gold nigga rocks care-less
You not gon' respect self, at least respect the
Affecting lives is where the and the merit is
I realize what I portray day to day, I gotta carry
And beats, rhymes and life is where the is
Had dreams of fucking R&B broads, it true
I wreck, shared the same view
Picked up a angel on the path that I emcee
Familiar voice, to find out the angel was me
say "You changing, Rashid"
Times are, we still
I rhyme far, away away
what 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 get into it
Let's do
I wanna see you it
So it
So let's get into it
Let's do
Can you feel the
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, on my shoulder fluctuates like Oprah's
My poetry's magnetic like ultra
You couldn't if you was a poster
Posing like a bitch for
rumors of gay emcees, just don't come around me with it
You still rockin hickies, don't let me out he did it
Got my eyes on the tiger, 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 verse depth, is that of a baby's step
Or the old who died and the nurse wept
I flow like cursive writing, you and yours to my openess
Shows allow me to cop like a vocalist
But man does not on bread alone
What good is a range when it's time to head

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

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

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,