Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

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

[Verse 1: Big Baby
Terrorist with no turban, lyricist no sermon
My man said 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 time I stuff
Titty ass cunt please lick nuts
The spliff, the dutch, in the strut
666 across the gut, bitch
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 Jay, sounded like a young Nas
Y'all sound like old Jay, y'all sound old Nas
Y'all like Coldplay
Y'all sound Oprah
Me I sound so dope, brah, out the chocha
Bet you wish you was hot, don't
Do it for my culture, a vulture

2: Heems]
Like oh Lord this racism is me
Wherever I am feel like TSA me
Greedhead my limited liability
But gon' 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, 21-year-old
He bomb, now he on, Bin Islam
That mean he on the for this long
This strong Sholay, two brothers two
Hombre, go thataway, no way
BBG told me y'all like Coldplay
Oye loca, he y'all sound like Oprah
Hindi eating bhindi, family that's okra
Me I'm burning doja at the Double Dragon
On an Aztec on Lake Texcoco
I'm like Moctezuma, with early Luda
Zab Judah, half Heart - Barracuda
Suing Sarah Palin Stalin looking fancy
azfah and mango pulp, plenty in the pantry
Heart is a wonderful band, ladies
Himanshu is a wonderful man, but he
Stop emailing me let me breathe for a
You work so hard just to hit digits
Got a number in my head, hit it then finish
is evil but I like 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 Baby Gandhi plus Herman and

[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 suns move
I smoke weed, drink water, watch TV, a regular
to Young Honest
My verbal ebonics low in and trans fats
Paragraphical, the kid
Wouldn't fuck half of you
half, maybe for a stack or two
For Baby I'll do a or two on spec
See me on on deck in Italian swim trunks, the kid drunk
Lenny Kravitz, Blue Magic, too
You had it, you lost it, the flossing
You salads, your 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 how we go, amigo

This is so ill but your mind 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 somebody if you that cheddy
A we go