Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

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

So what if you flip a couple
I triple that in birds
your mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling brothers and Bailey with the pies
No matter how you it I'm your motherfucking guy
like a B-Boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot, still come beige.
writers are par, whether powder the jar
Whip it around, it comes back hard.
So do I w-h-i-p
My repetition with wrists will you kilo biggers.
I got C.O. bitches
For my niggas who slipped, became
Trees to the visitors
You know what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we this shit
Niggas wanna the 80s back
It's okay with me, that's they made me at
Except I don't on the wall
I write my in the history books,
Hustling in the (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I don't on my head
I spin work in the 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 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 beach leathers, matching Gucci
Gucci sneaks on to my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the diamond
Can't you that I came from the dope game
Blame Reagan for making me a monster
Blame North and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband that sponsored
Before this stuff we was in concert

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