Luyện nghe bài hát Magic

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

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

Could you knock ho, could you blame that bitch?
she wanna roll with a real nigga like 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 over these hoes
Got YSL on my
And blood on my sneakers
Nigga, you on me, she chose
And I ain't fuck girl she rode
My she drove
Did that she 'posed to
I my camera out and she posed
And I was like, got
that, pop that
Got the top on the drop back, I'm back
And the Glock at the crotch at, I'm strapped
All the at where the watch at, stop that
you cop that? Not that
I'm light send the mob at, dime sack I'm catching on
Got racks, y'all ain't 'bout that, 'bout that life!

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

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

Poof! Nigga your life
your niggas and fuck your wife (Fuck 'em!)
Got two bad bitches a nigga
And you they gon' fuck all night (Right)
And I hard white
Nigga rich game
pull up on whores and I'm sitting on fours, in a big boy drop
Call big boy shots, all clear in my big boy watch
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, bitch
Red on her, hair long as shit (Hold up)
Yellow Ro', yellow bone ho
And yellow bottles of Spades,
Whole self made, nigga

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

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