Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm writing shit that I
Raps are black in the hour of commotion, the motion of Com
Is like that of a ocean devotion I'm
The earth, wind, and
Of hip hop, by and Short, I been inspired
My knocks environ---ments
Of cats with seventeen's tint, is money
The mind is funny, how it's spent on it
sitting with descendants of Abraham
Who say the jam is "money, cash, hoes"
I went from bashful to asshole to international
to the mother on my last record cover, it's felt
Now deal it

I wanna get it
do this
I wanna see you 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

In never-ending battle to please
Niggas, writers, emcees
Who request hot shit, I
And tell them where I was rose, we always said
Hold your and your carriages
This never-went-gold nigga rocks care-less
You not gon' self, at least respect the heritage
Affecting is where the wealth and the merit is
I realize what I portray day to day, I gotta carry
And beats, rhymes and life is where the is
Had dreams of R&B broads, it came true
Journalist I wreck, shared the same
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 close
I rhyme far, away away
From you accustomed to hearing everyday, uh-ah
You the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies dying
I'm amongst it, save the war for Private Ryan, INI

I wanna get it
Let's do
I wanna see you it
So it
So let's get into it
do this
Can you the music?
The oh ah, can you feel 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 like
You couldn't hang if you was a
Posing a bitch for exposure
It's rumors of gay emcees, just don't around me with it
You still rockin hickies, let me find out he did it
Got my eyes on the tiger, eyes on the
on the thighs, of Mary J. Blige
Imagining how 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
Shows allow me to cop range like a
But man does not live on alone
What good is a when it's time to head home?

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 feel the
The oh ah, can you feel the music, the music

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

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,