Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

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

So if you flip a couple words
I could triple that in
your mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling Barnum and Bailey with the pies
No matter how you slice it I'm your guy
Just a B-Boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot, still come beige.
writers are par, whether powder the jar
Whip it around, it comes back hard.
So do I w-h-i-p
My repetition with wrists will you kilo biggers.
I got Creole C.O.
For my who slipped, became prisoners
Trees taped to the
You already what the business is
commissary, boy we live this shit
Niggas wanna the 80s back
It's okay with me, that's they made me at
Except I write on the wall
I write my in the history books,
Hustling in the (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I spin on my head
I spin in the pots so I can spend my bread

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

It's '87 state of mind I'm in (mind that I'm in)
In my prime, so for time, I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim)
If it wasn't for the that I was in
But I wouldn't be the guy whose rhymes it is I'm in (that I'm in)
No pain, no profit, P I if you show me where the pot is (pot is)
Cherry M3's the top back (top back)
Red and G's all on my hat
beach leathers, matching Gucci sweater
Gucci sneaks on to keep my together
Whatever, hundred for the chain
Can't you tell I came from the dope game
Blame for making me into a monster
Blame Oliver North and
I ran contraband that they
Before this rhyming stuff we was in

Push (push) money over broads, you got it, fuck
Chef (chef), guess what I
Baked a lot of and kept it off the books
Rockstar, look, way the bars my picture was getting took
Feds, like wack rappers,
Tried as they may, get me on the hook
D.A. wanna me
Cause scales in my veins like a pisces
The pyrex pot, rolled up my
Turn one into two like a
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