Luyện nghe bài hát Magnificent

My birth certificate say I'm soo
Skoob done tinted cause dykes they so magnificent
Head bigger cause my bitch say she
percent I cashed out when I bought my Bentleys
I've grinding since I came up out the porch
She want me to pull the and see if I'm so important
Not a toy, girl, I got a little boy

1]
I am I could get chickens and my niggas real like a hand
I told that bitch that she not gon win and I told her to go hit it in
Choppers gon' chop and I swear to God I am a I'm gon' shoot at your spin
Watches on watches got timing on timing I might bring flav flavor in
Cop me a big ol' lil' body lil' and you know it's the business
Suck on my dick baby suck on my dick you got a big chin
Soon as I fuck on hoe boy you know I'm gon' make her back bend
Cookies I it I roll it got fish scale but I don't got baits
little bitches know that I'm the future plus I'm holdin' weight
I up, hop out the 'Rarri now they tailgating
I might keep my hands down and let my wave

Bling, bling, I iced out my team
If you sayin' that nice my nigga what the fuck you mean
I live it up it's not the
I like my bitch brown sugar cane

2]
Eat that pussy 'til I up
I got out in Florida
Little know I can't cuff her
Fuck I'm a buffer
My diamonds black a muffler
My a nat and I trust her
Fuck your pie a custard
He got rhymes no Busta
I'm like nigga I'm too fly for this shit
Got a lot of niggas on the block that'll do or die for shit
Got a lot of bitches out in Folies that'll come around on my
Nutted on the bitch she told her old man it was spit
Baby little girl you know YSL is the they get
I'm on fire I fire the best fire like a Bic
I want to know where at and I swear to God I'mma go get it
up my birds in my words now I'm 'bout fly as a pigeon
Hop in my coup and the ceiling
My she rich and black like Oprah Winfrey
5-4-3-2-1 there go both her
I like white meat pass me a little sugar
two on my hip, whoa
No hole but let it rip
Or you could throw it off of the

Bling, bling, bling I out my team
If you sayin' that nice my nigga what the fuck you mean
I it up it's not the same
I like my bitch brown like cane

Monica, I like you and I love your
with me I buy you hair by the bundle
We go back and just like a runner
Lay beside you keep you warm your mama
I don't want to keep none of these lil' numbers
I just to feed you this candy like a mamba.