Luyện nghe bài hát Magic (Remix)

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
Copperfield, David Copperfield

Could you knock ho, could you blame that bitch?
Cause she wanna roll with a real nigga 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
Still money over these
Got YSL on my
And blood drip on my
Nigga, you on me, she chose
And I ain't your girl she rode
My she drove
Did everything she 'posed to
I my camera out and she posed
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 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 ain't 'bout that, 'bout that life!

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

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

Poof! fuck your life
Fuck your niggas and fuck your (Fuck 'em!)
Got two bad bitches with a
And you know they gon' fuck all (Right)
And I rock white
Nigga game pride
pull up on whores and I'm sitting on fours, in a big boy drop
Call big boy shots, all clear stones in my big boy
All year long, got the strip on
we in this bitch, man, shit gon' pop
My hip on Glock, your hip on
My niggas got racks, y'all niggas be
Red Cartier, redbone
Red bottoms on her, hair long as (Hold up)
Yellow gold Ro', bone ho
And yellow of Spades, nigga
Whole clique self made,

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

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