Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

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

So what if you flip a words
I could triple that in
Open your mind you see the in the sky
I'm brothers 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.
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 C.O. bitches
For my niggas who slipped, became
taped to the visitors
You already what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we this shit
Niggas wanna bring the 80s
It's okay with me, that's where they me at
Except I don't on the wall
I write my name in the books,
Hustling in the (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I don't on my head
I spin in the pots so I can spend my bread

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

It's '87 state of mind that I'm in (mind I'm in)
In my prime, so for time, I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim)
If it wasn't for the crime 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 repeat if you show me the pot is (pot is)
Cherry M3's with the top (top back)
Red and G's all on my hat
North beach leathers, matching Gucci
Gucci on to keep my outfit together
Whatever, for the diamond chain
Can't you tell that I came the dope game
Reagan for making me into a monster
Blame North and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband they sponsored
Before this rhyming stuff we was in

Push (push) money over broads, you got it, Bush
Chef (chef), what I cooked
Baked a lot of bread and it off the books
Rockstar, look, way before the bars my was getting took
Feds, like wack rappers,
Tried as they may, get me on the hook
D.A. indict me
Cause fish scales in my like a pisces
The pot, rolled up my sleeves
Turn one into two a Siamese
when it end, I'm a stand as a man
Never dying or admiring
Last of a breed, so let the champagne pop
I partied for a now I'm back to the block