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 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 Short I inspired
My shit environ---ments
of cats wit seventeen's tint, time is
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 went bashful to asshole to international
Lover-self, word to the mother on my last record it's felt
Now wit it

Bilal

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

Yo it yo
In this never-ending battle to
Niggas, magazine writers,
Who hot shit, I freeze
And tell em where I was rose, we always said
Hold your Horses and ya Carriages, this nigga
Rocks shows
You not gon' self, at least respect the heritage
the lives, the spread of wealth and the merit is
I realize what I portray day to day, I gotta carry
And beats, rhymes and life is the marriage is
Had Dreams of Fuckin R&B broads, it came
Journalist I wreck, the same view
Picked up a 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 to hearin everyday, uh-ah
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, dyin
I'm amongst it, the war stories for Private Ryan, INI

Yo it yo
cry, children laugh, men dance
I to lose self and try to win fans over
Weight on my shoulder fluctuates Oprah's
My refrigerator poetry's magnetic ultra
You hang if you was a poster
Posin like a for exposure
It's rumors of gay MC's, just don't come me wit it
You still 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 meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth is that of a baby's step
Or the old who died and the nurse wept
I flow like cursive writing, invitin you and to my openess
Shows allow me to cop Range/range like a
But man not live on bread alone
What good is a Range/range when 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, yeah