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, devotion I'm
The Earth, Wind, and of hip hop
By and Short I been inspired
My shit knocks
of cats wit seventeen's tint, 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 record it's felt
Now wit it

Bilal

I wanna get 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 to please
Niggas, magazine writers,
Who request hot shit, I
And tell em where I was rose, we always said
Hold your and ya Carriages, this never-went-gold nigga
shows care-less
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 where the is
Had of Fuckin R&B broads, it came true
Journalist I wreck, shared the 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 still
I rhyme far, away away
From what you accustomed to hearin everyday,
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 shoulder fluctuates Oprah's
My refrigerator magnetic like ultra
You hang if you was a poster
like a bitch for exposure
It's rumors of gay MC's, just don't around 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 eatin meat, weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth is of a baby's first step
Or the old lady who and the nurse wept
I like cursive writing, invitin you and yours to my openess
Shows allow me to cop Range/range like a
But man does not live on bread
What good is a Range/range when it's time to head

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