Luyện nghe bài hát Passion

Classified! (Classified)
you at?! (Where you at)

I'm here.

Can you feel passion (can you feel that passion)
Uh
Can you that passion (can you feel that passion)
Uh

Inside the place, all the bass
all all the bass
with all all the

Inside the place, all the bass (I feel like a rap star)
with all all the
all all the bass

I go to sleep, every night with a of girls (huh?!)
'Cuz my daughters won't in their own bed
Not what you think, I don't do it for the chicks, or the
do it for myself, and my homestead.

Going hard, and I do it afar
I'm shooting for the stars, like a telescope lens.
I talking 'bout rap, I'm talking 'bout where I'm at in my life,
accelerate the road ends.

(Keep it real) Used to be the
Now fake it and see who can make it, I'm just sayin'
My fan base changed, but my sounds classic,
me anybody else this passionate

I'ma no cast, a from the past,
I'm as hell, and my fashion is trash.
Ain't nobody matchin' the passion of
So I don't need your props, or the pats on the
I'm

Some get high, and get low,
I give you my heart and
I give you passion, my
I you my pa-pa-passion!

get high, and some get low,
I you my heart and soul
I you my everything
I lose control

And I gotta let, GO!

Too the then, too the right and,
Too the left then, too the and...
never felt this way before (yeah)
I've never this way before
Uh

Now every morning I wake up, I wake up ahead
and pains, I break the chains
Split personality, cane
And I get your reality, David Blaine.

You gotta go hard, or go home, the pressure
But now and then, get away, go adventure
Drink that spiced rum, smoke 'til the done
But don't say where you got the from

Yeah, I'm a role model, 'cuz I don't quit shit,
sip the whole bottle
I'm so thirsty, I'm hungry, my keeps rumblin'
to make something out of nothing.

The mix master, it in the game,
had to dis rappers
However, if after, I pull the plug on misconception
And I ain't even talkin 'bout my complexion

I had kid ask me if I really write my rhymes (wa-WHAT?!)
I guess it's a sign of the times.
Lemme check (one-two) Yeah these is mine
It's the of the party kid, we wine and dine.

Get your hands to the sky, high, and shine
And your eyes wide open 'til the blinds recline
Half man and an animal, designed to
I'ma mix into other combined (I'ma beast!)

And the passions, coming from the

Yeah, I'm the obsessive,
with a touch of OC
Always on the go so, watch as we
And I never OD

But my flow leaves slow my soul,
a nose bleed
No sleep late gettin crows feet,
I quit it man,
this passion me

I never, I never...

Inside the place, all the bass
with all all the
with all all the