magic) (Oh oh, it's magic) Just to know the magic (Oh oh, it's magic) Yes I do (Oh oh, it's magic) (Oh oh, it's magic) Just a little bit of magic (Oh
번역: 자동차. 마술.
번역: 클릭. 자동차 --- 마법.
well no one knows don't let me go i got a hold on you tonight oh oh it's magic when i'm with you oh oh it's magic you know it's true got a hold on you
a victim Ready for abduction Boy, you're an alien Your touch so foreign It's supernatural Extraterrestrial Your so supersonic Wanna feel your powers Stun me with your lasers Your kiss is cosmic Every move is magic
Riding on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Three conductors and twenty five sacks
this A.T.L. style i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa make my own moves, call me the mayor monday night u know things change with time magic city back
play me Will be the same day MTV play videos That was a little joke, voila Praises due to the most high, Allah Praises due to the most fly, Prada Baby, I'm magic
Headlights, a hundred cars Behind somebody's daddy's barn Batteries draining blasting those radios Another long lost summer night Out past some no trespassing
I mean a nigga did a lot of waitin' We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation When the sun go down it's the magic hour, the magic hour And
I know you can feel the magic baby Turn the mother**** lights down Esco whuttup? I mean, it's what you expected ain't it? Let's go Turn the music up
get around cars with no regards for this traffic Look how I yank it, yeah, I yank it makin' it look like it's magic If you see that dash drop ya know
I love my vegetables extra cheese and broccoli? Don't Yung L.A. like to kick it like karate? Don't I be with J-money serving everybody? Ain't we up in magic
I don't believe in superstars Organic food or foreign cars I don't believe the price of gold The certainty of growing old That right is right and left
of fact! pussy, ya all niggers i ain?t really seeing the? .. i got spears on the microphone, i let niggers have it, chance.. the beast magic. i still
David Blaine, it disappear like magic Glock nineteen, made of plastic, might stretch ya out just like elastic I stay up on my toes till the day that my casket close Bankrolls and fine hoes, fancy cars
Ready for abduction Boy, you're an alien Your touch are foreign It's supernatural Extraterrestrial Your so supersonic Wanna feel your powers Stun me with your lasers Your kiss is cosmic Every move is magic
get rusty I ain't gotta say it, man, dawg, trust me Bust somebody head, TLC, where was we? Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter Niggas out in Georgetown, and Magic
