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 shit that I
Raps are Black Steel In the 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 Short I been
My shit knocks
of cats wit tint, time is money
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 on my last record cover it's felt
Now wit it

Chorus:

I get into it
Let's do
I wanna see you it
So it
So just 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 to please
Niggas, magazine writers,
Who request hot shit, I
And tell em where I was rose, we always said
Hold your Horses and ya Carriages, this nigga
Rocks care-less
You not gon' respect self, at least respect the
the lives, the spread of wealth and the merit is
I what I portray day to day, I gotta carry this
And beats, and life is where the marriage is
Had Dreams of Fuckin R&B broads, it true
Journalist I wreck, shared the same
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 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
cry, children laugh, men dance
I refuse to self and try to win fans over
Weight on my fluctuates like Oprah's
My refrigerator poetry's magnetic like
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 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 good the cat be
Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap
My verse is that of a baby's first step
Or the old lady who died and the nurse
I flow cursive writing, invitin you and yours to my openess
Shows allow me to cop like a vocalist
But man does not live on bread
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, disiac