Luyện nghe bài hát Magnificent

My birth certificate say I'm soo
Skoob done tinted cause dykes they so magnificent
Head cause my bitch say she magnificent
Hundred percent I cashed out when I 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, baby girl, I got a boy

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

Bling, bling, bling I 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 Mama know I can't her
Fuck cleaning I'm a
My diamonds black like a
My bitch a nat and I her
Fuck your pie a custard
He got lames no Busta
I'm like nigga bitch I'm too fly for this
Got a lot of niggas on the block that'll do or die for this
Got a lot of out in Folies that'll come around on my clique
Nutted on the bitch panties she her old man it was spit
Baby little you know YSL is the realest they get
Bitch I'm on fire I the best fire like a Bic
I want to know it's at and I swear to God I'mma go get it
Turnt up my birds in my words now I'm 'bout fly as a
Hop in my coup and the ceiling
My bitch she rich and black Oprah Winfrey
5-4-3-2-1 go both her pimps
I like white meat pass me a little sugar
Thirty two on my hip,
No but I'mm let it rip
Or you throw it off of the ship

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

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