Luyện nghe bài hát Magic (Remix)

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

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

Could you that ho, could you blame that bitch?
Cause she wanna roll with a real like me that's gon' slang that dick
Like coke to a fiend, throat on the lean
low on the Perc, now that ho on a bean
Still money these hoes
Got YSL on my
And blood on my sneakers
Nigga, you on me, she chose
And I ain't your girl she rode
My stick-shift she
Did that she 'posed to
I pulled my out and she posed
And I was like, got
that, pop that
Got the top back on the back, I'm back
And the at where the crotch at, I'm strapped
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 catching on
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, David
David Copperfield, David

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

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

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