Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

[Intro: Big Gandhi]
Uh, Baby, turn my down
No one should hear the that I'm saying
Turn my voice
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 yeah I know that's why always got they lips pucked
Disgust, every time I spit
Titty ass cunt please lick nuts
The spliff, the dutch, spiff in the
666 across the gut, what
Liquid in my veins, call me GZA
Digi in the drawer, dude, call me RZA
Slice open your face, me scissor
Sipping on the sizzurp, sitting with your
Sounded like a Jay, sounded like a young Nas
Y'all sound like old Jay, y'all like old Nas
sound like 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, a vulture

2: Heems]
Like oh this racism is killing me
Wherever I am like TSA grilling me
Greedhead my limited liability
But they gon' me if they open the delivery
Where we from there is no one to up to
Two words: cards, don't care, fuck you
Big Baby Gandhi, 21-year-old
He bomb, now he on, Bin Islam
That mean he on the streets for this
This Sholay, two brothers 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 dojo
On an island on Lake Texcoco
I'm like Moctezuma, with early Luda
Zab Judah, half Heart - Barracuda
Suing Palin reading Stalin looking fancy
Rooh azfah and mango pulp, in the pantry
Heart is a band, with ladies
Himanshu is a wonderful man, but he
emailing me let me breathe for a minute
You work so hard just to hit certain
Got a in my head, hit it then I'll finish
Money is evil but I like I can buy with it
Yo yo yo, but how they getcha
If they got the chance for a they would wet 'cha
Are we the Well golly, you betcha
Big Baby plus Herman and Hector

3: Kool 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 dude
Shout to Honest
My verbal ebonics low in demonics and fats
Paragraphical, the kid
Wouldn't fuck half of you
Other half, maybe for a or two
For Baby do a track or two on spec
See me on bars on deck in Italian swim trunks, the kid
Lenny Kravitz, Blue Magic, too
You had it, you it, the dude flossing
You tossing salads, crew lost on average
me cabbages, you not be rappers
It's not your
Kool the Damaja, you the school
But no keys, though
on the side, free throw
Y'all know how we go,

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