Luyện nghe bài hát Black Magic

My flow is so stupid, these niggas fathom it
Black card, magic, yeah I'm living lavish bitch
Still in like ya girl on prom night
I'm number one 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 help but 'em
Ball so hard, got that automatic starter
I love a yellow-bone, but I ain't in her eyes
'Cause I'm searching for that
I'm the in the game, just check my credentials
A true rap God because I equipped with all the essentials
Black shit, I can make you disappear
I might get it on my face but I will not shed a tear
Let me stop and kick it into high gear
I'm in my own restricted space, and no you cannot fly
My swagger on a milli, but it be bought
I am better than the best, what the fuck you pussy thought
Two hundred thou on the chain and yes, I a reaction
Spit rhymes so eloquent you guaranteed
I be switching up my flows like a doing backstrokes
On my BM shit, got a blowing black smoke
And I was like,
Pop that, lock that, got the top
On the back, I'm strapped
And the at where the crotch at
You whack, the rocks at
up, stop that, stop that
You got that, got that, I got
Got racks, big
niggas ain't bout that, 'bout that life
'Cause I'm up off that Kryptonite