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 on, but they 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 a lot of things (Yeah)
Young nigga eatin', watch me my flawless teeth, uh (Yeah)
Benz limousine, killed the scene, uh
fine, she sip wine, I sip lean, yeah
I get dough, Krispy Kreame (Dough), bitch, this in my genes
Grandma house with greens, yeah, you know your boy was eatin' (Glizzock)
I pimpin' since a teen, can't you tell? Look at my rings (Bitch)
And I'm only 21, near milly 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 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 your at?" (What?)
Bitch, why you I'm flexin' on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, (Fire, fire)

Ooh, alley-oop, I pass that bitch right to the crew,
Feel like Uncle Luke, I make these bitchess how boobs, yeah
Creepin' your boo around 2, and the coupe go two somethin'
Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be killin' shit, I'm (Drip)
hopped out of the Maybach
High as fuck, where my at?
Eighty in my 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' nigga extra large (Large), on God (On God)
And you know I keep carbon in my car, yeah, on God (Fire)
In that big body, sometimes 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 shirt at?" (Yeah)
Bitch, why you worried? (Bitch), I'm flexin' on (Flex)
in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)