Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

What is this? Maybach
I like Maybach music
Sweet!
Ha ha ha!

Come and a ride
Come and a ride

Justice

57 years, yes!
Blood for a
Hand my mack 11 to the to record
Got the baddest women in the for me to feed on
Double yacht, docked Boss, blowing weed up

Revenue incredible, it put me on a
to Mexico, I figure there was a better route
Look at me, a now
Models and bottles
A holla', ballin'
But the boys in blue, they 'em down

Gang-affiliated, colors prosecutors
'Cause the niggas I employed, name with Mi-Yayo
Instrumental are mental, Maybach kind of mental
400 off the lot, the is monumental

Some things your money buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a ride
In the rear, so many instruments I
Tucked curtain, no sign to fear, Ross!
I'm higher than a
This music, designer shit I wear
May you to lose it

Close your and inhale the smoke
It's music, the realest shit I wrote, nigga
5 ounces, a toke
Of Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote
Boss!

Young!
it then!

Black Maybach, white seas, piping
me of Paul McCartney and Mike fighting
You know, The Girl Is
Life's A Bitch, so The Whole World Is
The long, the curtains are drawn
Perfectly a Picasso, Rembrandts and Rocco's
I'm a major player, in Vegas at the Palazzo
said it was not so

Certain things that money buy
being this fly
'Til then, I'm just ride
I'm G-Rap with better transportation
On the road to the riches, my Final Destination
And the lair, closer to a
Say a Prayer, I get ta' see her
When I disappear here, baby, yeah

But I don't see the ending these millionaire lenses
Just the Two M's on the
The partition roof, translucent and
Where refrigerators, Ace of Spades, or two I store

story, my closet is like two stories
Straight to the happy ending, 'cause I do stories
Shawn Corey, rap
The Maybach is bananas, back
You feel
Young! C'mon!

Realest shit I wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8-track episodes, been doing this way back
way back, since way back
8-track episodes, been doing since way back!
shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8-track episodes, been doing this way back
way back, since way back
8-track episodes, doing this since way back!

Boss!
be stopped now
We got too cake

They pinching pennies, while I'm muscling for
And that muscle be muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill
Stuffed shells, to crack, I crack
Crab and lobsters, not all
Imposters, got cha!

Boy, I got an eagle view, slanted on my
Can only stay a or two, so many people out for me
I the Maybach
Got a killer's
Holding on that 11, Machiavelli premonition

Waiting on my Knight
One nation under God, I chose a thug's life
Guess I gotta play my
Never will I die, my symbolize
The hustle for young killers coming from the side

Some things your money buy
Like in the sky, even a better ride
I'm large, my car
Menagin' black broads, massage for
I'm large, my fat rocks
I see the kill in the of hip-hop
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and
I'm the Boss!