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 of a ocean devotion cause I'm
The earth, wind, and
Of hip hop, by Rakim and Short, I been
My knocks environ---ments
Of cats with seventeen's tint, time is
The mind is funny, how it's 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 with it

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

In never-ending battle to please
Niggas, writers, emcees
Who hot shit, I freeze
And tell where I was rose, we always said cold
Hold horses and your carriages
This never-went-gold rocks shows care-less
You not gon' respect self, at least the heritage
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 the marriage is
Had dreams of R&B broads, it came true
Journalist I wreck, the same view
Picked up a fallen angel on the path that I
Familiar voice, come to find out the was me
say "You changing, Rashid"
Times are, we still
I far, away 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 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

Women cry, laugh, men dance
I to lose self and try to win fans
Over, weight on my shoulder fluctuates like
My poetry's magnetic like ultra
You hang if you was a poster
Posing like a for exposure
It's rumors of gay emcees, just come around me with it
You still hickies, don't let me find out he did it
Got my eyes on the tiger, on the prize
Eyes on the thighs, of Mary J.
Imagining how good the cat be
Stop meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth, is of a baby's 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 not live on bread alone
What good is a range when it's time to head

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

I wanna get it
Let's do
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

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,