Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm writing shit 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 shit knocks
Of cats with seventeen's tint, time is
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 bashful to 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 wanna see you it
So it
So let's just get it
do this
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 cold
Hold horses and your carriages
This never-went-gold rocks shows care-less
You not gon' self, at least respect the heritage
Affecting lives is where the wealth and the is
I realize what I day to day, I gotta carry this
And beats, rhymes and is where the marriage is
Had dreams of fucking R&B broads, it true
I wreck, shared the same view
Picked up a fallen angel on the that I emcee
Familiar voice, to find out the angel was me
say "You changing, Rashid"
Times are, we close
I far, away away away
what you accustomed to hearing everyday, uh-ah
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies
I'm it, save the war stories for Private Ryan, INI

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

Women cry, laugh, men dance
I refuse to lose self and try to win
Over, weight on my shoulder like Oprah's
My refrigerator poetry's like ultra
You couldn't hang if you was a
like a bitch for exposure
It's rumors of gay emcees, just don't come me with it
You still rockin hickies, don't let me out he did it
Got my on the tiger, eyes on the prize
on the thighs, of Mary J. Blige
Imagining how the cat must be
Stop meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth, is that of a baby's step
Or the old lady who died and the nurse
I flow like writing, inviting you and yours to my openess
Shows allow me to cop range a vocalist
But man does not on bread alone
What good is a range when it's time to home?

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

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,