Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

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

So what if you flip a words
I could that in birds
your mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling Barnum and Bailey with the pies
No how you slice 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
it around, it still comes back hard.
So do I w-h-i-p
My repetition with wrists will you kilo biggers.
I got C.O. bitches
For my niggas who slipped, became
Trees taped to the
You know what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we this shit
Niggas bring the 80s back
okay with me, that's where they made me at
Except I don't write on the
I write my name in the books,
Hustling in the (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I don't spin on my
I spin 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 getting it, straight it
Get get get it boy
(Don't you time,
the life stay your 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 time, I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim)
If it wasn't for the crime 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 if you show 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, Gucci sweater
Gucci on to keep my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the chain
you tell that I came from the dope game
Blame Reagan for me into a monster
Blame Oliver and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband that sponsored
Before this rhyming we was in concert

Push (push) over broads, you got it, fuck Bush
Chef (chef), guess I cooked
Baked a lot of and kept it off the books
Rockstar, look, way before the bars my picture was getting
Feds, they like rappers,
Tried as they may, couldn't get me on the
D.A. wanna me
Cause scales in my veins like 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 admiring
Last of a breed, so let the champagne pop
I partied for a now I'm back to the block