Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

Roc-a-fella
The Skateboard P
Great
already know what it is (Oh Shit!)
C'mon!

So if you flip a couple words
I could triple that in
Open mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling brothers Barnum and with the pies
No matter how you 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, powder the jar
it around, it still comes back hard.
So easily do I
My with wrists will bring you kilo biggers.
I got C.O. bitches
For my niggas who slipped, prisoners
Trees to the visitors
You already know what the is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this
wanna bring the 80s back
It's okay with me, where they made me at
Except I don't 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 work in the so I can spend my bread

And I'm it, I'm getting it
I ain't about it, I'm living it
I'm getting it, getting it
Get get get it boy
(Don't you time,
Fighting the life 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 time, I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim)
If it for the crime 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 if you show me where 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 my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the diamond
Can't you tell that I came from the dope
Blame Reagan for making me a monster
Blame Oliver and Iran-Contra
I ran that they sponsored
this rhyming stuff we was in concert

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 before the bars my picture was getting
Feds, like wack rappers,
as they may, couldn't get me on the hook
D.A. wanna me
Cause fish scales in my veins like a
The pyrex pot, rolled up my
Turn one into two like a
Twin it end, I'm a stand as a man
Never dying or admiring
Last of a breed, so let the champagne pop
I for a while now I'm back to the block