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 they like, "Where shirt at?"
Bitch, why you I'm flexin' on purpose (Yeah)
in my circle (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, hustlin' in my genes
Grandma house with collard greens, yeah, you know boy was eatin' (Glizzock)
I been pimpin' a teen, can't you tell? Look at my rings (Bitch)
And I'm only 21, goddamn near worth of bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren, got hoes starin' (Starin')
Doors up, eye (What?), can't 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 chains on, but they like, "Where 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 bitch to the crew, yeah
Feel like Uncle Luke, I make these bitchess how they boobs,
with your boo around 2, and the coupe go two somethin'
Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be shit, I'm gruesome (Drip)
Just hopped out of the
High as fuck, where my at?
in my Louis bag, can't call this a purse, jack
TSA with big racks, they like, "Where you at?"
And I don't no verses, man, these niggas too wack (The fuck?)
Cappin' and they fraud, on God, yeah (On God), uh
Lil' 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, hard to park it, on God, yeah

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 on purpose (Flex)
Killers in my circle, two on me, Urkel (Fire)