Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

[Intro: Big Baby
Uh, Baby, turn my voice
No one should hear the words that I'm
Turn my 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 said yeah I know that's why they always got they lips
Disgust, every time I spit
Titty ass shit cunt please lick
The spliff, the dutch, in the strut
666 across the gut, bitch
swords 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 sister
Sounded a young 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, money out the
Bet you wish you was hot, don't
Do it for my culture, a vulture

[Verse 2:
Like oh Lord this racism is me
Wherever I am feel TSA grilling me
Greedhead my limited liability
But they gon' me if they open the delivery
Where we from 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 streets for long
This strong Sholay, two brothers two
Hombre, go thataway, no way
BBG told me y'all sound Coldplay
Oye loca, he y'all sound like Oprah
Speaking Hindi bhindi, family that's okra
Me I'm doja at the Double Dragon dojo
On an Aztec on Lake Texcoco
I'm like Moctezuma, mixed with Luda
Half Zab Judah, Heart - Barracuda
Suing Sarah Palin reading Stalin looking
Rooh azfah and mango pulp, plenty in the
is a wonderful band, with ladies
Himanshu is a wonderful man, but he
Stop emailing me let me for a minute
You work so hard just to hit certain
Got a in my head, hit it then I'll finish
Money is but I like what I can buy with it
Yo yo yo, but that's how getcha
If they got the chance for a dollar they wet 'cha
Are we the best? golly, you betcha
Big Baby Gandhi plus and Hector

[Verse 3: A.D.]
Verbal mathematic, the Kool
My data global, my plan
My man lake, my sixteens triple lutz, y'all suck
Armpits, I guns at suns that move
I weed, drink water, watch TV, a regular dude
Shout to Honest
My verbal ebonics low in demonics and trans
Paragraphical, the kid
Wouldn't fuck with 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 trunks, the kid drunk
Lenny Kravitz, Magic, too tragic
You had it, you lost it, the dude
You salads, your crew lost on average
Chupa me cabbages, you not be
It's not average
Kool the Damaja, you the janitor
But with no keys,
Stand on the side, throw
Y'all how we go, amigo

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