Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

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

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

[Verse 2:
Like oh Lord this racism is me
I am feel like TSA grilling me
Greedhead my limited liability
But gon' bust me if they open the delivery
Where we from there is no one to up to
Two phone cards, don't care, fuck you
Big Gandhi, 21-year-old phenom
He bomb, now he on, Nafis Bin
That mean he on the for this long
This strong Sholay, two brothers two
Hombre, go thataway, no way
BBG told me y'all sound like
Oye loca, he said sound like Oprah
Speaking Hindi bhindi, family that's okra
Me I'm burning doja at the Double Dragon
On an Aztec island on Lake
I'm Moctezuma, mixed with early Luda
Half Zab Judah, Heart - Barracuda
Suing Sarah Palin reading looking fancy
Rooh and mango pulp, plenty in the pantry
Heart is a band, with ladies
Himanshu is a man, but he crazy
emailing me let me breathe for a minute
You work so just to hit certain digits
Got a number in my head, hit it I'll finish
Money is evil but I what I can buy with it
Yo yo yo, but how they getcha
If they got the chance for a dollar they would wet
Are we the Well golly, you betcha
Big Baby Gandhi Herman and Hector

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

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