Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa (afrodisiac For The World)

Yeah boy
In the (for you and yours) to be
Da uh da uh, we got the uh
We bout to ya'll, we got the uh baby...
Yo yo yo it
Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm shit 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 I been inspired
My shit knocks
of cats wit tint, time is money
The is funny, how it's spent on gettin it
sittin wit descendants of Abraham
Who say the jam is "Money, Cash, Hoes"
I from bashful to asshole to international
Lover-self, word to the mother on my last record cover felt
Now wit it

Bilal

I get into it
do this
I see you move 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

Yo it yo
In this never-ending battle to
Niggas, writers, MC's
Who hot shit, I freeze
And tell em where I was rose, we always said
Hold your Horses and ya Carriages, this never-went-gold
shows care-less
You not gon' respect self, at respect the heritage
the lives, the spread of wealth and the merit is
I realize what I portray day to day, I gotta carry
And beats, and life is where the marriage is
Had of Fuckin R&B broads, it came true
I wreck, shared the same view
Picked up a angel on the path that I MC
Familiar voice, come to out the angel was me
say "You changin, Rashid"
Times are, we close
I rhyme far, away away
From you accustomed to hearin everyday, uh-ah
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies
I'm amongst it, save the war for Private Ryan, INI

Yo it yo
cry, children laugh, men dance
I refuse to lose self and try to win over
Weight on my shoulder fluctuates like
My refrigerator poetry's magnetic like
You hang if you was a poster
Posin like a bitch for
It's of gay MC's, just don't come around me wit it
You still hickies, don't let me find out he did it
Got My Eyes on the Tiger, Eyes on the
Eyes on the thighs of J. Blige, imagin on how good the cat must be
eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
My verse is that of a baby's first step
Or the old who died and the nurse wept
I flow cursive writing, invitin you and yours to my openess
Shows allow me to cop like a vocalist
But man not live on bread alone
What good is a Range/range when it's to head home?

2x

[Common] chorus on the second time*
We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,
We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,
We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,
We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,
We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,
We be that, we be
Afrodisiac, yeah