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, with all the
all all the bass
with all all the

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 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, a telescope lens.
I ain't talking 'bout rap, I'm talking 'bout I'm at in my life,
until the road ends.

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

I'ma no cast, a blast 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 give you passion, my
I you my pa-pa-passion!

Some get high, and get low,
I give you my and soul
I give you my
Until I lose

And I gotta let, GO!

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

Now every when I wake up, I wake up ahead
Aches and pains, I break the
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 the nights done
But don't say where you got the advice

Yeah, I'm a great role model, 'cuz I 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 your
And I ain't even talkin my skin complexion

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

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

And the passions, coming the sunnn

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

But my flow slow from my soul,
like a bleed
No sleep late nights gettin feet,
I can't it man,
this controls me

I never, I never...

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