Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

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

So what if you flip a couple
I could triple in birds
Open mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling brothers Barnum and Bailey the pies
No matter how you it I'm your motherfucking guy
like a B-Boy with 360 waves
Do the with the pot, still come back beige.
writers are par, whether powder the jar
Whip it around, it still back hard.
So easily do I
My repetition with wrists will bring you biggers.
I got Creole C.O.
For my who slipped, became prisoners
taped to the visitors
You already what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we this shit
Niggas bring the 80s back
It's okay with me, where they made me at
I don't write on the wall
I write my in the history books,
in the hall (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I don't spin on my
I spin work in the pots so I can my bread

And I'm it, I'm getting it
I ain't talking it, I'm living it
I'm it, straight 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 mind that I'm in (mind I'm in)
In my prime, so for that time, I'm (I'm Rakim)
If it wasn't for the that I was in
But I wouldn't be the guy whose rhymes it is I'm in (that I'm in)
No pain, no profit, P I if you show me where the pot is (pot is)
M3's with 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 tell that I came from the dope
Blame Reagan for making me into a
Blame Oliver and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband they sponsored
Before this rhyming stuff we was in

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