Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

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

1: Big Baby Gandhi]
Terrorist with no turban, lyricist with no
My man Herman your whole team herbs, man
My man said all of y'all dick suck
I yeah I know that's why they always got they lips pucked
Disgust, every I spit stuff
Titty ass shit cunt lick nuts
The spliff, the dutch, spiff in the
666 across the gut, bitch
Liquid 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 with your
Sounded like a young Jay, sounded like a Nas
Y'all sound like old Jay, sound like old Nas
Y'all sound Coldplay
Y'all like Oprah
Me I sound so dope, brah, money out the
Bet you wish you was hot, cha?
Do it for my culture, fuck a

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

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

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