Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach

Sosa 808 got this knockin', nigga, ayy

I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a cap
I got all my chains on, but like, "Where your shirt at?"
Bitch, why you I'm flexin' 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', watch me my flawless teeth, uh (Yeah)
Benz limousine, S600 the scene, uh
Summertime fine, she sip wine, I sip lean,
I get dough, Kreame (Dough), bitch, this hustlin' in my genes
Grandma house with collard greens, yeah, you know your boy was (Glizzock)
I been pimpin' a teen, can't you tell? Look 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 candy (What?), park it so I land it
Bad bitch bandit, I want her so I it (Come here)
I it look like magic, yeah, watch me Shaq Attack it (Yeah)

I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci 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 bitch right to the crew, yeah
like Uncle Luke, I make these bitchess how they boobs, yeah
Creepin' with your boo 2, and the coupe go two somethin'
Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be killin' shit, I'm (Drip)
Just hopped out of the
High as fuck, my shades at?
Eighty in my Louis bag, can't call this a purse,
TSA big racks, they like, "Where you work at?"
And I want no verses, man, these niggas too wack (The fuck?)
Cappin' and they fraud, on God, yeah (On God), uh
Lil' nigga livin' extra (Large), on God (On God)
And you I keep that carbon in my car, yeah, on God (Fire)
In that big body, sometimes hard to 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 worried? (Bitch), I'm flexin' on (Flex)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, (Fire)