Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

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

So what if you flip a couple
I could triple that in
your mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm brothers Barnum and Bailey with the pies
No how you slice it I'm your motherfucking guy
Just like a with 360 waves
Do the with the pot, still come back beige.
writers are par, whether powder the jar
Whip it around, it still comes hard.
So easily do I
My repetition with will bring you kilo biggers.
I got C.O. bitches
For my niggas who slipped, prisoners
taped to the visitors
You already know what the is
commissary, boy we live this shit
Niggas wanna bring the 80s
It's okay me, that's where they made me at
Except I don't write on the
I my name in the history books,
in the hall (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I don't spin on my
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, 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 that I'm in (mind 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 be the guy whose 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)
M3's with the top back (top back)
Red and G's all on my hat
beach leathers, matching Gucci sweater
Gucci on to keep my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the diamond
Can't you tell that I came the dope game
Reagan for making me into a monster
Blame Oliver North and
I ran contraband that they
this rhyming stuff we was in concert

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