Luyện nghe bài hát Passion

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

I'm here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

get high, and some get low,
I give you my heart and
I you my everything
Until I control

And I gotta let, GO!

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

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

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

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

The mix master, it in the game,
Never had to dis
However, if after, I pull the on your misconception
And I ain't even talkin 'bout my skin

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

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

And the passions, coming from the

Yeah, I'm the obsessive,
with a touch of OC
on the go so, watch as we proceed
And I will OD

But my flow leaves slow my soul,
a nose bleed
No sleep late nights crows feet,
I can't it man,
this passion me

I never, I never...

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