Luyện nghe bài hát Magic (Remix)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
David Copperfield, David