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 shit that I feel
Raps are Steel In the Hour of commotion, the motion of Com
Is like of a ocean, devotion 'cause I'm
The Earth, Wind, and of hip hop
By Rakim and Short I inspired
My shit knocks
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 went from bashful to asshole to
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 music oh ah, can you feel the music, the

Yo it yo
In never-ending battle to please
Niggas, magazine writers,
Who hot shit, I freeze
And em where I was rose, we always said cold
your Horses and ya Carriages, this never-went-gold nigga
Rocks care-less
You not gon' respect self, at respect the heritage
Affect the lives, the spread of and the merit is
I realize what I day to day, I gotta carry this
And beats, rhymes and is where the marriage is
Had Dreams of Fuckin R&B broads, it came
Journalist I wreck, the same view
up a fallen angel on the path that I MC
Familiar voice, come to find out the was me
say "You changin, Rashid"
Times are, we still
I rhyme far, away away
From what you accustomed to hearin everyday,
You the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies dyin
I'm amongst it, the war stories for Private Ryan, INI

Yo it yo
cry, children laugh, men dance
I refuse to self and try to win fans over
Weight on my shoulder like Oprah's
My refrigerator magnetic like ultra
You hang if you was a poster
Posin a bitch for exposure
It's rumors of gay MC's, just don't around me wit 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 Mary J. Blige, imagin on how the cat must be
Stop eatin meat, weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth is of a baby's first step
Or the old lady who died and the wept
I flow like cursive writing, invitin you and to my openess
Shows allow me to cop Range/range like a
But man does not live on bread
What good is a Range/range when it's time to head

2x

[Common] *during chorus on the 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, disiac