Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

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

[Verse 1: Big Baby
Terrorist with no turban, lyricist no sermon
My man Herman said your team herbs, man
My man said all of y'all dick suck
I said yeah I know that's why always got they lips pucked
Disgust, every time I stuff
Titty ass shit cunt please lick
The spliff, the dutch, in the strut
666 across the gut, what
Liquid in my veins, call me GZA
Digi in the drawer, dude, call me RZA
Slice open your face, call me
Sipping on the sizzurp, 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 Coldplay
Y'all sound like
Me I sound so dope, brah, money out the
Bet you wish you was hot, don't
Do it for my culture, fuck a

[Verse 2:
Like oh Lord this racism is me
Wherever I am feel TSA grilling me
my corporation limited liability
But they bust me if they open the delivery
Where we there is no one to look up to
Two words: phone cards, care, fuck you
Big Baby Gandhi, phenom
He bomb, now he on, Bin Islam
mean he on the streets for this long
This strong Sholay, two two pistols
Hombre, go thataway, no way
BBG told me y'all sound like
Oye loca, he said y'all like Oprah
Speaking Hindi eating bhindi, family that's
Me I'm burning doja at the Double Dragon
On an Aztec on Lake Texcoco
I'm like Moctezuma, mixed with Luda
Half Zab Judah, half Heart -
Suing Palin reading Stalin looking fancy
Rooh azfah and mango pulp, in the pantry
Heart is a band, with ladies
is a wonderful man, but he crazy
Stop emailing me let me breathe for a
You work so hard to hit certain digits
Got a in my head, hit it then I'll finish
Money is evil but I what I can buy with it
Yo yo yo, but that's how getcha
If they got the for a dollar they would wet 'cha
Are we the best? golly, you betcha
Big Gandhi plus Herman and Hector

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

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