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 that of a ocean devotion cause I'm
The earth, wind, and
Of hip hop, by Rakim and Short, I been
My shit knocks
Of cats seventeen's 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 to asshole to international lover-self
Word to the mother on my last cover, it's felt
Now deal it

I wanna get 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 battle to please
Niggas, writers, emcees
Who request hot shit, I
And them where I was rose, we always said cold
Hold horses and your carriages
This nigga rocks shows care-less
You not gon' respect self, at least respect the
Affecting lives is where the wealth and the is
I what I portray day to day, I gotta carry this
And beats, and life is where the marriage is
Had dreams of fucking R&B broads, it came
Journalist I wreck, shared the view
Picked up a fallen angel on the path 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 to hearing everyday, uh-ah
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, dying
I'm amongst it, save the war stories for 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 the music?
The music oh ah, can you the music, the music

Women cry, children laugh, men
I refuse to lose self and try to win
Over, weight on my fluctuates like Oprah's
My refrigerator magnetic like ultra
You hang if you was a poster
Posing a bitch for exposure
It's rumors of gay emcees, just don't come around me it
You still rockin hickies, let me find out he did it
Got my on the tiger, eyes on the prize
Eyes on the thighs, of J. Blige
how good the cat must be
Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I rap husky
My depth, is that 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 does not live on alone
What 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
do this
Can you feel the
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
do this
Can you the music?
The oh ah, can you feel the music, the music

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,