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 triple that in birds
your mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling brothers and Bailey with the pies
No matter how you it I'm your motherfucking guy
like a B-Boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot, still come beige.
Whether are par, whether powder the jar
Whip it around, it still comes hard.
So do I w-h-i-p
My with wrists will bring you kilo biggers.
I got C.O. bitches
For my who slipped, became prisoners
Trees taped to the
You already what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this
Niggas wanna bring the 80s
It's okay with me, that's where 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 don't on my head
I work in the pots so I can spend my bread

And I'm it, I'm getting it
I ain't talking it, I'm living 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

'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 whose 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)
M3's 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 together
Whatever, hundred for the chain
you tell that I came from the dope game
Blame Reagan for making me a monster
Blame North and Iran-Contra
I ran that they sponsored
Before this rhyming stuff we was in

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