Luyện nghe bài hát Nag Champa

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

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

In never-ending battle to please
Niggas, writers, emcees
Who hot shit, I freeze
And tell them where I was rose, we always cold
Hold your horses and your
This never-went-gold nigga rocks shows
You not gon' respect self, at least respect the
Affecting lives is where the and the merit is
I what I portray day to day, I gotta carry this
And beats, and life is where the marriage is
Had dreams of R&B broads, it came true
Journalist I wreck, the same view
Picked up a angel on the path that 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 everyday, uh-ah
You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, dying
I'm amongst it, save the war for Private Ryan, INI

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

Women cry, laugh, men dance
I refuse to lose self and try to win
Over, weight on my fluctuates like Oprah's
My refrigerator poetry's like ultra
You couldn't hang if you was a
Posing like a bitch for
It's rumors of gay emcees, just come around me with it
You still hickies, don't let me find out he did it
Got my on the tiger, eyes on the prize
Eyes on the thighs, of Mary J.
Imagining how good the cat be
eatin meat, lost 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 writing, inviting you and yours to my openess
Shows allow me to cop range like a
But man does not live on bread
What good is a range when it's to head home?

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

I wanna get it
Let's do
I see you move it
So it
So just 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,