Luyện nghe bài hát Magic (Remix)

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 mil, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, David

Could you knock ho, could you blame that bitch?
Cause she wanna roll a real nigga like me that's gon' slang that dick
Like coke to a fiend, throat on the lean
Take low on the Perc, now that ho on a
Still over 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 everything that she to
I pulled my camera out and she
And I was like, got
Drop that, pop
Got the top on the drop back, I'm back
And the Glock at where the crotch at, I'm
All the rocks at where the 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 ain't 'bout that, 'bout that life!

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 hundred mil, David
Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof! Nigga fuck your
Fuck your and fuck your wife (Fuck 'em!)
Got two bad with a nigga
And you know they fuck all night (Right)
And I rock 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 in my big boy watch
All year long, got the on lock
Everytime we in bitch, man, shit gon' 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', bone ho
And yellow of Spades, nigga
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, Copperfield
Copperfield, David Copperfield