Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm writing that I feel
Raps are black steel in the hour of commotion, the of Com
Is like of a ocean devotion cause I'm
The earth, wind, and
Of hip hop, by and Short, I been inspired
My shit environ---ments
Of cats with seventeen's tint, time is
The mind is funny, how it's spent on it
It's sitting with descendants of
Who say the jam is "money, cash, hoes"
I went bashful to asshole to international lover-self
to the mother on my last 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 just get it
Let's do
Can you feel the
The music oh ah, can you feel the music, the

In never-ending battle to please
Niggas, writers, emcees
Who request hot shit, I
And tell them where I was rose, we always cold
Hold your horses and carriages
This never-went-gold nigga rocks care-less
You not gon' respect self, at respect the heritage
Affecting lives is where the wealth and the is
I realize what I portray day to day, I gotta this
And beats, rhymes and is where the marriage is
Had dreams of fucking R&B broads, it true
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 rhyme far, away away
From what you to hearing everyday, uh-ah
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, dying
I'm it, save the war stories for Private Ryan, INI

I get into it
Let's do
I see you move 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

Women cry, laugh, men dance
I refuse to self and try to win fans
Over, weight on my fluctuates like Oprah's
My refrigerator magnetic like ultra
You couldn't if you was a poster
Posing like a for exposure
It's rumors of gay emcees, don't come around me with it
You rockin hickies, don't let me find out he did it
Got my eyes on the tiger, on the prize
Eyes on the thighs, of J. Blige
Imagining how good the cat be
eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth, is that of a first step
Or the old lady who died and the nurse
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 bread
What good is a range it's time to head home?

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

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 the music, the music

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,