Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

Roc-a-fella
The Skateboard P
Great
already know what it is (Oh Shit!)
C'mon!

So what if you flip a words
I could triple in birds
Open your mind you see the in the sky
I'm Ringling brothers Barnum and Bailey with the
No how you slice it I'm your motherfucking guy
Just a B-Boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot, still back beige.
Whether writers are par, powder the jar
Whip it around, it still back hard.
So easily do I
My repetition wrists will bring you kilo biggers.
I got Creole C.O.
For my niggas who slipped, prisoners
Trees to the visitors
You know what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we live shit
wanna bring the 80s back
It's okay with me, that's where made me at
Except I don't on the wall
I my name in the history books,
in the hall (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I don't spin on my
I work in the pots so I can spend my bread

And I'm getting it, I'm it
I ain't talking about it, I'm it
I'm getting it, getting it
Get get get it boy
(Don't you time,
the life stay your course,
And understand)
Get it boy

It's '87 state of that I'm in (mind that I'm in)
In my prime, so for time, I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim)
If it wasn't for the that I was in
But I wouldn't be the guy rhymes it is that I'm in (that I'm in)
No pain, no profit, P I repeat if you me where the pot is (pot is)
Cherry M3's with the top (top back)
Red and G's all on my hat
North beach leathers, matching Gucci
Gucci on to keep my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the diamond
Can't you tell I came from the dope game
Blame Reagan for making me a monster
Oliver North and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband they sponsored
Before this stuff we was in concert

Push (push) money broads, you got it, fuck Bush
(chef), guess what I cooked
Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the
Rockstar, look, way before the bars my was getting took
Feds, they like rappers,
Tried as they may, couldn't get me on the
D.A. indict me
Cause fish scales in my veins a pisces
The pyrex pot, up my sleeves
Turn one into two a Siamese
Twin it end, I'm a stand as a man
Never dying or admiring
Last of a dying breed, so let the pop
I partied for a now I'm back to the block