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 to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby...
Yo yo yo it
Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm writin shit that I
Raps are Steel In the Hour of commotion, the motion of Com
Is like that of a ocean, 'cause I'm
The Earth, Wind, and of hip hop
By Rakim and I been inspired
My knocks environ---ments
of cats wit seventeen's tint, time is
The mind is funny, how it's on gettin it
It's sittin wit descendants of
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 it's
Now wit it

Bilal

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

Yo it yo
In this never-ending battle to
Niggas, writers, MC's
Who hot shit, I freeze
And em where I was rose, we always said cold
Hold your and ya Carriages, this never-went-gold nigga
Rocks care-less
You not gon' self, at least respect the heritage
Affect the lives, the of wealth and the merit is
I realize what I day to day, I gotta carry this
And beats, rhymes and life is where the is
Had Dreams of R&B broads, it came true
Journalist I wreck, 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 still
I far, away away away
what you accustomed to hearin everyday, uh-ah
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies
I'm amongst it, the war stories for Private Ryan, INI

Yo it yo
Women cry, laugh, men dance
I to lose self and try to win fans over
Weight on my shoulder fluctuates like
My refrigerator magnetic like ultra
You couldn't hang if you was a
Posin like a for exposure
It's rumors of gay MC's, just come around me wit it
You still rockin hickies, don't let me out he did it
Got My Eyes on the Tiger, on the Prize
Eyes on the thighs of Mary J. Blige, imagin on how good the cat be
Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I rap husky
My verse depth is that of a baby's first
Or the old lady who died and the wept
I flow like writing, invitin you and yours to my openess
Shows allow me to cop like a vocalist
But man does not on bread alone
good is a Range/range when it's time 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