Luyện nghe bài hát Passion

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

I'm here.

Can you feel that passion (can you that passion)
Uh
Can you feel 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 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
I'm shooting for the stars, like a telescope lens.
I ain't talking rap, I'm talking 'bout where I'm at in my life,
accelerate until the ends.

(Keep it real) Used to be the
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 else this

I'ma no cast, a blast the past,
I'm as hell, and my fashion is trash.
Ain't nobody the passion of Class
So I don't need your props, or the 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 give you my heart and
I you my everything
Until I control

And then I let, GO!

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

Now every morning when I up, I wake up ahead
Aches and pains, I the chains
personality, razor cane
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
Drink that 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'
to make 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 even talkin 'bout my skin complexion

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

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

And the passions, from 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 leaves from my soul,
a nose bleed
No sleep late gettin crows feet,
I can't it man,
this controls me

I never, I never...

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