Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

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

So what if you flip a words
I could triple in birds
Open your 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 like a B-Boy with 360
Do the same the pot, still come back beige.
Whether are par, whether powder the jar
Whip it around, it still comes hard.
So do I w-h-i-p
My repetition wrists will bring you kilo biggers.
I got C.O. bitches
For my who slipped, became prisoners
Trees to the visitors
You already know what the is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we live shit
wanna bring the 80s back
It's okay with me, that's where they me at
Except I write 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 work in the pots 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 it, straight getting it
Get get get it boy
(Don't you time,
Fighting the life stay course,
And understand)
Get it boy

It's '87 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 for the crime 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 repeat if you me where the pot is (pot is)
Cherry M3's the top back (top back)
Red and G's all on my hat
North beach leathers, matching sweater
Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit
Whatever, hundred for the diamond
Can't you tell that I from the dope game
Blame Reagan for making me a monster
Blame North and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband that sponsored
Before this rhyming stuff we was in

Push (push) money over broads, you got it, fuck
(chef), guess what I cooked
Baked a lot of bread and 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. wanna me
Cause fish scales in my veins a pisces
The pyrex pot, up my sleeves
Turn one into two like a
when it end, I'm a stand as a man
Never dying or these
of a dying breed, so let the champagne pop
I partied for a now I'm back to the block