Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach

Sosa 808 got this knockin', nigga, ayy

I jump out of the Maybach, flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but like, "Where your shirt at?"
Bitch, why you worried? I'm on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my (Yeah), two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)

Goon by the beam, bitch, we tote a lot of (Yeah)
Young nigga eatin', me floss my flawless teeth, uh (Yeah)
Benz limousine, S600 the scene, uh
Summertime fine, she sip wine, I sip lean,
I get dough, Krispy Kreame (Dough), bitch, this hustlin' in my
Grandma house with collard greens, yeah, you know boy was eatin' (Glizzock)
I been pimpin' since a teen, can't you tell? Look at my (Bitch)
And I'm only 21, goddamn near worth of bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren, got these hoes (Starin')
up, eye candy (What?), can't park it so I land it
Bad bandit, I want her so I smash it (Come here)
I make it look magic, yeah, watch me Shaq Attack it (Yeah)

I jump out of the Maybach, flops and a wave cap (Glizzock)
I got all my chains on, but like, "Where your shirt at?" (What?)
Bitch, why you worried? I'm flexin' on (Yeah)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, (Fire, fire)

Ooh, alley-oop, I pass that right to the crew, yeah
Feel like Uncle Luke, I make these bitchess how boobs, yeah
with your boo around 2, and the coupe go two somethin'
Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be shit, I'm gruesome (Drip)
Just out of the Maybach
High as fuck, where my at?
in my Louis bag, can't call this a purse, jack
TSA big racks, they like, "Where you work at?"
And I don't want no verses, man, these too wack (The fuck?)
Cappin' and they fraud, on God, yeah (On God), uh
Lil' nigga extra large (Large), on God (On God)
And you know I that carbon in my car, yeah, on God (Fire)
In big body, sometimes hard to park it, on God, yeah

I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, "Where your at?" (Yeah)
Bitch, why you (Bitch), I'm flexin' on purpose (Flex)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, (Fire)