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 on, but they like, "Where your shirt at?"
Bitch, why you worried? I'm flexin' on (Yeah)
Killers in my circle (Yeah), two straps on me, (Fire)

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

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

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

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