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 shit that I
Raps are Black 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 Short I inspired
My shit knocks
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 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 see you move it
So it
So let's 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 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 least respect the
Affect the lives, the spread of and the merit is
I realize what I day to day, I gotta carry this
And beats, and life is where the marriage is
Had Dreams of Fuckin R&B broads, it came
I wreck, shared the same view
Picked up a fallen angel on the 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 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 lose and try to win fans over
Weight on my shoulder like Oprah's
My refrigerator poetry's magnetic ultra
You couldn't hang if you was a
like a bitch for exposure
It's rumors of gay MC's, just don't around me wit it
You still rockin hickies, don't let me out he did it
Got My on the Tiger, Eyes on the Prize
Eyes on the thighs of J. Blige, imagin on how good the cat must be
Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap
My depth is that of a baby's first step
Or the old lady who and the nurse wept
I flow like writing, invitin you and yours to my openess
Shows allow me to cop Range/range like a
But man does not live on alone
What good is a when it's time to head home?

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