Luyện nghe bài hát Magic

Poof! go the car
Poof! go the crib
Poof! A hundred mil, Copperfield
Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof! go the car
Poof! go the crib
Poof! A mil, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, Copperfield

Could you knock that ho, could you that bitch?
Cause she wanna roll with a real nigga me that's gon' slang that dick
Like to a fiend, fuck throat on the lean
Take low on the Perc, now ho on a bean
Still money over these
Got YSL on my
And blood drip on my
Nigga, you on me, she chose
And I ain't your girl she rode
My she drove
Did everything she 'posed to
I my camera out and she posed
And I was like, got
Drop that, pop
Got the top back on the back, I'm back
And the at where the crotch at, I'm strapped
All the at where the watch at, stop that
Could you cop that? Not
I'm light the mob at, dime sack I'm catching on contact
Got racks, y'all niggas 'bout that, 'bout that life!

Poof! go the car
Poof! There go the
Poof! A mil, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, David

Poof! go the car
Poof! go the crib
Poof! A mil, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, Copperfield

Poof! Nigga fuck your
Fuck your niggas and your wife (Fuck 'em!)
Got two bad bitches with a
And you they gon' fuck all night (Right)
And I rock white
Nigga rich game
I'll pull up on whores and I'm on fours, in a big boy drop
Call big boy shots, all clear stones in my big boy
All year long, got the strip on
we in this bitch, man, shit gon' pop
My hip on Glock, hip on nothing
My niggas got racks, niggas be fronting
Red Cartier, redbone
Red bottoms on her, hair as shit (Hold up)
Yellow gold Ro', bone ho
And bottles of Spades, nigga
clique self made, nigga

Poof! go the car
Poof! There go the
Poof! A hundred mil, David
David Copperfield, Copperfield

Poof! go the car
Poof! There go the
Poof! A mil, David Copperfield
Copperfield, David Copperfield