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 writin that I feel
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, 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 went from to asshole to international
Lover-self, word to the mother on my last cover it's felt
Now wit it

Chorus:

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

Yo it yo
In never-ending battle to please
Niggas, magazine writers,
Who request hot shit, I
And em where I was rose, we always said cold
Hold your Horses and ya Carriages, this nigga
shows care-less
You not gon' respect self, at respect the heritage
Affect the lives, the spread of 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 Fuckin R&B broads, it true
Journalist I wreck, shared the same
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 the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies dyin
I'm amongst it, save the war for Private Ryan, INI

Yo it yo
Women cry, children laugh, men
I refuse to self and try to win fans over
Weight on my shoulder like Oprah's
My poetry's magnetic like ultra
You couldn't if you was a poster
Posin like a for exposure
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 Mary J. Blige, imagin on how good the cat be
Stop meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth is of a baby's first step
Or the old who died and the nurse wept
I like cursive writing, invitin you and yours to my openess
allow me to cop Range/range like a vocalist
But man does not live on alone
good is a Range/range when it's time to head home?

2x

[Common] *during 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