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 feel that passion (can you feel passion)
Uh

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

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

I go to sleep, every night a couple of girls (huh?!)
my daughters won't sleep 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
while I'm shooting for the stars, like a lens.
I talking 'bout rap, I'm talking 'bout where I'm at in my life,
accelerate until the ends.

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

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

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

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

And then I let, GO!

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

Now every morning when I wake up, I wake up
Aches and pains, I break the
Split personality, razor
And I don't get your reality, Blaine.

You gotta go hard, or go home, the pressure
But now and then, get away, go adventure
that spiced rum, smoke 'til the nights done
But say where you got the advice from

Yeah, I'm a great role model, 'cuz I don't shit,
I'ma sip the bottle
I'm so thirsty, I'm hungry, my belly rumblin'
Tryin' to make 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 'bout my skin complexion

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

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

And the passions, from the sunnn

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

But my leaves slow from my soul,
like a bleed
No late nights gettin crows feet,
I quit it man,
passion controls me

I never, I never...

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