Luyện nghe bài hát Black Magic

My flow is so stupid, these cannot fathom it
Black card, black magic, yeah I'm living bitch
Still in like ya girl on prom night
I'm one bitch and I don't plan to share the limelight
I'm a eastside native, and I innovative
And my swag is so exquisite, it can't but captivate 'em
Ball so hard, got automatic starter flow
I love a yellow-bone, but I ain't in her eyes
I'm searching for that cameltoe
I'm the best in the game, check my credentials
A true rap God because I come equipped with all the
magic shit, I can make you disappear
I might get it tatted on my face but I will not a tear
Let me stop playing and it into high gear
I'm in my own restricted space, and no you fly here
My swagger on a milli, but it cannot be
I am better than the best, the fuck you pussy niggas thought
Two hundred thou on the chain and yes, I expect a
rhymes so eloquent you guaranteed satisfaction
I be switching up my flows like a doing backstrokes
On my BM shit, got a nigga blowing smoke
And I was like,
Pop that, that, got the top back
On the back, I'm strapped
And the at where the crotch at
You whack, where the at
Hold up, stop that, stop
You got that, got that, I got
Got racks, big
Ya'll niggas bout that, 'bout that life
I'm gone up off that Kryptonite