Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm shit that I feel
are black steel 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 knocks environ---ments
Of cats with seventeen's tint, is money
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 bashful to asshole to international lover-self
Word to the on my last record cover, it's felt
Now deal it

I wanna get it
Let's do
I see you move 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 this battle to please
Niggas, magazine writers,
Who request hot shit, I
And tell them I was rose, we always said cold
Hold your horses and carriages
This never-went-gold nigga rocks care-less
You not gon' self, at least respect the heritage
Affecting lives is the wealth and the merit 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 true
Journalist I wreck, the same view
up a fallen angel on the path that I emcee
Familiar voice, come to find out the was me
say "You changing, Rashid"
Times are, we close
I rhyme far, away away
From what you to hearing everyday, uh-ah
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies
I'm amongst it, the war stories for Private Ryan, INI

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

Women cry, children laugh, men
I to lose self and try to win fans
Over, on my shoulder fluctuates like Oprah's
My refrigerator poetry's magnetic ultra
You couldn't hang if you was a
Posing like a bitch for
It's rumors of gay emcees, just come around me with it
You rockin hickies, don't let me find out he did it
Got my on the tiger, eyes on the prize
Eyes on the thighs, of J. Blige
Imagining how the cat must be
Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I rap husky
My verse depth, is of a baby's first step
Or the old lady who died and the wept
I flow like writing, inviting 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 it's time to head home?

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

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,