Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

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

[Verse 1: Big Gandhi]
with no turban, lyricist with no sermon
My man Herman said your whole herbs, man
My man Victor said all of dick suck
I said yeah I know that's why always got they lips pucked
Disgust, every time I spit
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 face, call me scissor
Sipping on the sizzurp, sitting your sister
Sounded like a young Jay, sounded like a Nas
sound like old Jay, y'all sound like old Nas
Y'all like Coldplay
Y'all like Oprah
Me I sound so dope, brah, out the chocha
Bet you wish you was hot, don't
Do it for my culture, fuck a

2: Heems]
Like oh this racism is killing me
Wherever I am like TSA grilling me
Greedhead my limited liability
But they bust me if they open the delivery
we from there is no one to look up to
Two words: cards, don't care, fuck you
Big Baby Gandhi, phenom
He bomb, now he on, Nafis Bin
mean he on the streets for this long
This Sholay, two brothers two pistols
Hombre, go thataway, no way
BBG told me y'all like Coldplay
Oye loca, he said y'all sound Oprah
Hindi eating bhindi, family that's okra
Me I'm burning at the Double Dragon dojo
On an Aztec island on Texcoco
I'm like Moctezuma, with early Luda
Zab Judah, half Heart - Barracuda
Suing Sarah reading Stalin looking fancy
Rooh azfah and pulp, plenty in the pantry
is a wonderful band, with ladies
Himanshu is a wonderful man, but he
Stop me let me breathe for a minute
You so hard just to hit certain 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 that's how getcha
If they got the chance for a dollar they wet 'cha
Are we the Well golly, you betcha
Big Gandhi plus Herman and Hector

[Verse 3: A.D.]
mathematic, the Kool universal
My data global, my ancient
My man made lake, my sixteens lutz, y'all suck
Armpits, I shoot guns at suns that
I smoke weed, drink water, watch TV, a regular
to Young Honest
My verbal low in demonics and trans fats
Paragraphical, the kid
Wouldn't fuck with of you
Other half, maybe for a or two
For Baby I'll do a track or two on
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, crew lost on average
me cabbages, you not be rappers
It's not your
Kool the Damaja, you the janitor
But no keys, though
Stand on the side, free
know how we go, amigo

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