Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm writing that I feel
Raps are black 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 inspired
My shit knocks
Of with seventeen's tint, time is money
The is funny, how it's spent on getting it
It's sitting with of Abraham
Who say the jam is "money, cash, hoes"
I went from bashful to asshole to international
Word to the mother on my record cover, it's felt
Now deal it

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

In never-ending battle to please
Niggas, magazine writers,
Who request hot shit, I
And tell them where I was rose, we always cold
Hold horses and your carriages
This nigga rocks shows care-less
You not respect self, at least respect the heritage
Affecting lives is where the and the merit is
I realize what I day to day, I gotta carry this
And beats, rhymes and life is where the is
Had dreams of R&B broads, it came true
Journalist I wreck, the same view
up a fallen angel on the path that I emcee
Familiar voice, to find 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 let's get into it
do this
Can you feel the
The oh ah, can you feel the music, the music

Women cry, children laugh, men
I refuse to lose self and try to win
Over, on my shoulder fluctuates like Oprah's
My refrigerator poetry's like ultra
You couldn't hang if you was a
Posing like a for exposure
It's 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 on the tiger, eyes on the prize
Eyes on the thighs, of J. Blige
Imagining how good the cat 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 died and the wept
I like cursive writing, inviting you and yours to my openess
Shows allow me to cop range a vocalist
But man does not live on bread
What good is a range when time to head home?

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

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

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,