Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

[Intro: Big Gandhi]
Uh, Baby, my voice down
No one hear the words that I'm saying
Turn my down
Uh, baby, me

[Verse 1: Big Baby
Terrorist with no turban, lyricist no sermon
My man said your whole team herbs, man
My man Victor said all of y'all dick
I said I know that's why they always got they lips pucked
Disgust, every I spit stuff
Titty ass shit cunt please lick
The spliff, the dutch, spiff in the
666 the gut, bitch what
swords in my veins, call me GZA
Digi in the drawer, dude, call me RZA
open your face, call me scissor
Sipping on the sizzurp, sitting your sister
Sounded a young Jay, sounded like a young Nas
Y'all like old Jay, y'all sound like old Nas
sound like Coldplay
Y'all sound Oprah
Me I sound so dope, brah, out the chocha
Bet you wish you was hot, don't
Do it for my culture, a vulture

[Verse 2:
Like oh Lord this racism is me
I am feel like TSA grilling me
Greedhead my corporation limited
But they gon' bust me if they the delivery
Where we from there is no one to up to
Two phone cards, don't care, fuck you
Big Baby Gandhi, phenom
He bomb, now he on, Nafis Bin
That mean he on the streets for this
This strong Sholay, two two pistols
Hombre, go thataway, no way
BBG told me y'all sound Coldplay
Oye loca, he said sound like Oprah
Speaking Hindi eating bhindi, that's okra
Me I'm burning doja at the Dragon dojo
On an Aztec on Lake Texcoco
I'm like Moctezuma, mixed with Luda
Half Zab Judah, Heart - Barracuda
Suing Sarah Palin reading Stalin looking
Rooh azfah and pulp, plenty in the pantry
Heart is a wonderful band, ladies
is a wonderful man, but he crazy
Stop me let me breathe for a minute
You work so hard to hit certain digits
Got a number in my head, hit it I'll finish
Money is evil but I like I can buy with it
Yo yo yo, but how they getcha
If got the chance for a dollar they would wet 'cha
Are we the best? Well golly, you
Big Baby Gandhi plus Herman and

[Verse 3: A.D.]
mathematic, the Kool universal
My data global, my plan
My man made lake, my sixteens triple lutz, y'all
Armpits, I guns at suns that move
I weed, drink water, watch TV, a regular dude
to Young Honest
My ebonics low in demonics and trans fats
Paragraphical, the kid
Wouldn't fuck half of you
Other half, for a stack or two
For I'll do a track or two on spec
See me on bars on deck in Italian trunks, the kid drunk
Kravitz, Blue Magic, too tragic
You had it, you it, the dude flossing
You salads, your crew lost on average
Chupa me cabbages, you not be
It's not average
the Damaja, you the school janitor
But no keys, though
Stand on the side, free
know how we go, amigo

This shit is so ill but mind is not ready, you don't know
You better ask if nah nah nah nah nah, here we go
This is so ill but your mind is not ready, I don't know
You better ask somebody if you that cheddy
A we go