Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

Roc-a-fella
The Skateboard 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 motherfucking guy
Just a B-Boy with 360 waves
Do the same the pot, still come back beige.
Whether are par, whether powder the jar
it around, it still comes back hard.
So do I w-h-i-p
My repetition with will bring you kilo biggers.
I got C.O. bitches
For my niggas who slipped, became
Trees to the visitors
You already know the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we this shit
Niggas wanna the 80s back
It's okay with me, that's where made me at
I don't write on the wall
I write my name in the books,
in the hall (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I don't on my head
I spin in the pots so I can spend my bread

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

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

Push (push) over broads, you got it, fuck Bush
Chef (chef), what I cooked
Baked a lot of bread and it off the books
Rockstar, look, way before the my picture was getting took
Feds, they wack rappers,
as they may, couldn't get me on the hook
D.A. indict me
Cause fish in my veins like a pisces
The pyrex pot, rolled up my
Turn one into two like a
when 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