Luyện nghe bài hát Magic

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

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

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

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

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

Poof! fuck your life
Fuck your and fuck your wife (Fuck 'em!)
Got two bad bitches with a
And you know they gon' fuck all (Right)
And I rock white
Nigga rich pride
I'll pull up on whores and I'm sitting on fours, in a big boy
Call big boy shots, all stones 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 got racks, y'all niggas be fronting
Red Cartier, redbone
Red bottoms on her, hair long as (Hold up)
Yellow gold Ro', yellow ho
And yellow bottles of Spades,
Whole clique made, nigga

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

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