Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

Roc-a-fella
The imperial P
Great
Y'all know what it is (Oh Shit!)
C'mon!

So if you flip a couple words
I triple that in birds
your mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling brothers Barnum and Bailey the pies
No matter how you slice it I'm your guy
Just like a with 360 waves
Do the same the pot, still come back beige.
Whether writers are par, powder the jar
Whip it around, it still back hard.
So easily do I
My repetition with wrists bring you kilo biggers.
I got C.O. bitches
For my who slipped, became prisoners
taped to the visitors
You know what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this
Niggas bring the 80s back
It's okay with me, that's they made me at
Except I don't write on the
I write my name in the books,
Hustling in the (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 about it, I'm living it
I'm it, straight getting it
Get get get it boy
(Don't you time,
Fighting the stay your course,
And understand)
Get it boy

'87 state of mind 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 show me the pot is (pot is)
M3's with the top back (top back)
Red and G's all on my hat
North leathers, matching Gucci sweater
Gucci sneaks on to my outfit together
Whatever, for the diamond chain
you tell that I came from the dope game
Blame for making me into a monster
Blame Oliver North and
I ran contraband they sponsored
Before this stuff we was in concert

Push (push) money over broads, you got it, fuck
(chef), guess what I cooked
Baked a lot of and kept it off the books
Rockstar, look, way before the bars my was getting took
Feds, they wack rappers,
Tried as they may, get me on the hook
D.A. wanna me
Cause fish scales in my veins a pisces
The pyrex pot, rolled up my
one into two like a Siamese
Twin when it end, I'm a as a man
Never dying or admiring
Last of a breed, so let the champagne pop
I for a while now I'm back to the block