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 shit that I feel
Raps are Black Steel In the Hour of commotion, the of Com
Is like of a ocean, devotion 'cause I'm
The Earth, Wind, and of hip hop
By and Short I been inspired
My knocks environ---ments
of wit seventeen's tint, time is money
The mind is funny, how spent on gettin it
It's wit descendants of Abraham
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

Chorus:

I wanna get 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 this never-ending to please
Niggas, writers, MC's
Who request hot shit, I
And tell em where I was rose, we always said
Hold your Horses and ya Carriages, never-went-gold nigga
Rocks shows
You not gon' respect self, at respect the heritage
Affect the lives, the of wealth and the merit is
I realize what I portray day to day, I carry this
And beats, rhymes and life is where the is
Had Dreams of Fuckin R&B broads, it true
I wreck, shared the same view
Picked up a fallen angel on the that I MC
voice, come to find out the angel was me
say "You changin, Rashid"
Times are, we close
I rhyme far, away away
From what you accustomed to hearin everyday,
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies
I'm it, save the war stories for Private Ryan, INI

Yo it yo
Women cry, children laugh, men
I refuse to lose and try to win fans over
Weight on my shoulder fluctuates like
My refrigerator poetry's magnetic like
You couldn't if you was a poster
Posin like a bitch for
It's rumors of gay MC's, don't 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, 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 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 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, disiac