Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Magic

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

So if you flip a couple words
I could triple that in
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
Just like a with 360 waves
Do the same the pot, still come back beige.
writers are par, whether powder the jar
Whip it around, it still comes hard.
So easily do I
My with wrists will bring you kilo biggers.
I got Creole C.O.
For my niggas who slipped, prisoners
taped to the visitors
You already what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this
Niggas wanna bring the 80s
It's with me, that's where they made me at
Except I don't write on the
I write my in the history books,
Hustling in the (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I spin on my head
I spin work in the pots so I can spend my

And I'm getting it, I'm it
I talking 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 whose rhymes it is I'm in (that I'm in)
No pain, no profit, P I repeat if you show me the pot is (pot is)
Cherry with the top back (top back)
Red and G's all on my hat
beach leathers, matching Gucci sweater
Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit
Whatever, hundred for the diamond
Can't you that I came from the dope game
Reagan for making me into a monster
Blame Oliver and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband they sponsored
Before this stuff we was in concert

Push (push) over broads, you got it, fuck Bush
Chef (chef), what I cooked
Baked a lot of and kept it off the books
Rockstar, look, way the bars my picture was getting took
Feds, they like rappers,
Tried as they may, get me on the hook
D.A. indict me
Cause fish scales in my like a pisces
The pot, rolled up my sleeves
one into two like a Siamese
Twin when it end, I'm a as a man
dying or admiring these
Last of a dying breed, so let the pop
I partied for a now I'm back to the block