Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm writing shit that I
are black 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 Rakim and Short, I been
My shit knocks
Of cats with tint, time is money
The is funny, how it's spent on getting it
It's sitting descendants of Abraham
Who say the jam is "money, cash, hoes"
I went from bashful to to international lover-self
Word to the on my last record cover, it's felt
Now deal it

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

In this never-ending to please
Niggas, magazine writers,
Who request hot shit, I
And tell where I was rose, we always said cold
Hold your and your carriages
This never-went-gold rocks shows care-less
You not gon' respect self, at least respect the
Affecting lives is where the wealth and the is
I realize what I portray day to day, I carry this
And beats, rhymes and life is where the is
Had of fucking R&B broads, it came true
I wreck, shared the same view
Picked up a angel on the path that I emcee
voice, come to find out the angel was me
say "You changing, Rashid"
Times are, we still
I rhyme far, away away
From you accustomed to hearing everyday, uh-ah
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies
I'm it, save the war stories for Private Ryan, INI

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

cry, children laugh, men dance
I refuse to self and try to win fans
Over, weight on my shoulder like Oprah's
My refrigerator poetry's magnetic like
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 hickies, don't let me find out he did it
Got my eyes on the tiger, eyes on the
Eyes on the thighs, of J. Blige
how good the cat must be
Stop meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth, is that of a baby's first
Or the old lady who and the nurse wept
I flow like cursive writing, inviting you and yours to my
Shows allow me to cop range like a
But man does not live on bread
good is a range when it's time to head home?

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

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

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,