Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach

Sosa 808 got bitch knockin', nigga, ayy

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

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

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

Ooh, alley-oop, I pass that right to the crew, yeah
Feel like Luke, I make these bitchess how they boobs, yeah
Creepin' your boo around 2, and the coupe go two somethin'
Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be shit, I'm gruesome (Drip)
hopped out of the Maybach
High as fuck, my shades at?
Eighty in my 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
nigga livin' extra large (Large), on God (On God)
And you I keep that carbon in my car, yeah, on God (Fire)
In that big body, hard to park it, on God, yeah

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