Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

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

So what if you 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 like a B-Boy with 360
Do the same with the pot, still come beige.
Whether are par, whether powder the jar
Whip it around, it still back hard.
So do I w-h-i-p
My repetition with will bring you kilo biggers.
I got C.O. bitches
For my niggas who slipped, became
taped 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 don't write on the
I write my name in the books,
in the hall (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I don't spin on my
I spin work in the so I can spend my bread

And I'm it, I'm getting it
I talking 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 time, I'm Rakim (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 show me the pot is (pot is)
Cherry with the top back (top back)
Red and G's all on my hat
North beach leathers, Gucci sweater
Gucci sneaks on to my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the chain
Can't you tell that I came from the dope
Blame Reagan for making me a monster
Blame Oliver and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband that sponsored
Before this stuff we was in concert

Push (push) money over broads, you got it, fuck
Chef (chef), guess I cooked
Baked a lot of bread and it off the books
Rockstar, look, way before the bars my was getting took
Feds, they like rappers,
as they may, couldn't get me on the hook
D.A. indict me
Cause fish scales in my like a pisces
The pot, rolled up my sleeves
Turn one 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 partied for a now I'm back to the block