Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

Excite-ting, enlight-ning,
I'm shit that I feel
Raps are black in the hour of commotion, the motion of Com
Is that of a ocean devotion cause I'm
The earth, wind, and
Of hip hop, by and Short, I been inspired
My knocks environ---ments
Of cats with tint, time is money
The mind is funny, how spent on getting it
It's sitting descendants of Abraham
Who say the jam is "money, cash, hoes"
I went bashful to asshole to international lover-self
Word to the mother on my record cover, it's felt
Now with it

I wanna get it
Let's do
I see you move it
So it
So just get into it
Let's do
Can you feel the
The oh ah, can you feel the music, the music

In this never-ending to please
Niggas, writers, emcees
Who request hot shit, I
And tell where I was rose, we always said cold
Hold your and your carriages
This never-went-gold nigga rocks care-less
You not gon' respect self, at respect the heritage
Affecting lives is where the and the merit is
I realize what I portray day to day, I gotta carry
And beats, and life is where the marriage is
Had dreams of fucking R&B broads, it came
Journalist I wreck, shared the same
Picked up a fallen angel on the path I emcee
Familiar voice, come to find out the was me
say "You changing, Rashid"
Times are, we still
I far, away away away
From what you accustomed to hearing everyday,
You the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies dying
I'm it, save the war stories for Private Ryan, INI

I get into it
Let's do
I see you move it
So it
So let's get into it
Let's do
Can you the music?
The music oh ah, can you feel the music, the

cry, children laugh, men dance
I refuse to lose self and try to win
Over, weight on my fluctuates like Oprah's
My refrigerator magnetic like ultra
You hang if you was a poster
Posing like a for exposure
It's rumors of gay emcees, just come around me with it
You still rockin hickies, let me find out he did it
Got my eyes on the tiger, on the prize
Eyes on the thighs, of J. Blige
Imagining how the cat must be
Stop eatin meat, weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth, is of a baby's first step
Or the old lady who died and the nurse
I flow like cursive writing, inviting you and yours to my
Shows me to cop range like a vocalist
But man not live on bread alone
What good is a when it's time to head home?

I wanna get it
do this
I wanna see you it
So it
So let's get into it
Let's do
Can you feel the
The music oh ah, can you feel the music, the

I get into it
Let's do
I see you move it
So it
So let's get into it
do this
Can you feel the
The music oh ah, can you feel the music, the

We be that, we be
Afrodisiac,