Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

Roc-a-fella
The imperial P
Hova
Y'all know what it is (Oh Shit!)
C'mon!

So what if you flip a couple
I could that in birds
your mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling brothers and Bailey with the pies
No how you slice it I'm your motherfucking guy
Just a B-Boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot, come back beige.
Whether writers are par, whether the jar
it around, it still comes back hard.
So easily do I
My repetition with wrists will bring you biggers.
I got Creole C.O.
For my who slipped, became prisoners
taped to the visitors
You already know what the is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we live shit
Niggas wanna the 80s back
It's with me, that's where they made me at
I don't write on the wall
I write my in the history books,
in the hall (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I spin on my head
I spin work in the pots so I can my bread

And I'm it, I'm getting it
I talking about it, I'm living it
I'm getting it, straight it
Get get get it boy
(Don't you time,
the life stay your course,
And understand)
Get it boy

'87 state of mind that I'm in (mind that I'm in)
In my prime, so for that time, I'm (I'm Rakim)
If it wasn't for the that I was in
But I wouldn't be the guy rhymes it is that I'm in (that I'm in)
No pain, no profit, P I repeat if you show me the pot is (pot is)
Cherry with the top back (top back)
Red and G's all on my hat
North beach leathers, matching Gucci
Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit
Whatever, hundred for the diamond
Can't you tell that I came from the game
Reagan for making me into a monster
Blame Oliver and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband that sponsored
Before this rhyming we was in concert

Push (push) money broads, you got it, fuck Bush
Chef (chef), guess I cooked
Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the
Rockstar, look, way before the bars my picture was getting
Feds, like wack rappers,
Tried as they may, couldn't get me on the
D.A. indict me
Cause fish scales in my veins a pisces
The pot, rolled up my sleeves
one into two like a Siamese
Twin it end, I'm a stand as a man
Never or admiring these
of a dying breed, so let the champagne pop
I for a while now I'm back to the block