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 that I feel
Raps are Steel 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 and Short I been inspired
My shit environ---ments
of cats wit tint, time is money
The mind is funny, how it's on gettin it
It's 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 wanna get it
Let's do
I see you move it
So it
So just get into it
do this
Can you the music?
The oh ah, can you feel the music, the music

Yo it yo
In this battle to please
Niggas, writers, MC's
Who hot shit, I freeze
And tell em where I was rose, we said cold
Hold Horses and ya Carriages, this never-went-gold nigga
Rocks shows
You not gon' respect self, at respect the heritage
the lives, the spread of wealth and the merit is
I realize I portray day to day, I gotta carry this
And beats, rhymes and life is the marriage is
Had Dreams of R&B broads, it came true
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 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 stories for Ryan, INI

Yo it yo
cry, children laugh, men dance
I refuse to lose self and try to win fans
Weight on my shoulder fluctuates like
My refrigerator magnetic like ultra
You hang if you was a poster
Posin like a bitch for
rumors of gay MC's, just don't come around me wit it
You still rockin hickies, don't let me 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 Range/range a vocalist
But man does not live on bread
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