Luyện nghe bài hát Magic (Remix)

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

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

Could you that ho, could you blame that bitch?
Cause she roll with a real nigga like me that's gon' slang that dick
Like coke to a fiend, fuck throat on the
Take low on the Perc, now that ho on a
money over these hoes
Got YSL on my
And blood on my sneakers
Nigga, you hating on me, she
And I ain't fuck your girl she
My stick-shift she
Did everything she 'posed to
I pulled my out and she posed
And I was like, got
that, pop that
Got the top back on the drop back, I'm
And the Glock at the crotch at, I'm strapped
All the rocks at where the at, stop that
Could you cop Not that
I'm send the mob at, dime sack I'm catching on contact
Got racks, y'all niggas ain't 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 mil, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, Copperfield

Poof! Nigga fuck life
Fuck your and fuck your wife (Fuck 'em!)
Got two bad with a nigga
And you know they gon' fuck all (Right)
And I rock hard
rich game 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
Everytime we in this bitch, man, shit pop
My hip on Glock, hip on nothing
My niggas got racks, y'all be fronting
Red Cartier, bitch
Red bottoms on her, long as shit (Hold up)
Yellow gold Ro', yellow ho
And yellow bottles of Spades,
Whole self made, nigga

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

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