Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

Come and a ride
Come and a ride

Justice

57 years, yes!
for a D-Boy
Hand my mack 11 to the engineer to
Got the women in the world for me to feed on
Double deck yacht, Boss, blowing weed up

incredible, it put me on a pedestal
Columbia to Mexico, I figure there was a route
Look at me, a now
and bottles 'round
A Blood holla',
But the boys in blue, they shot 'em

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

Some your money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, a better ride
In the rear, so many instruments I
Tucked behind curtain, no to fear, Ross!
I'm than a leer
This Maybach music, designer I wear
May cause you to it

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

Young!
it then!

Black Maybach, seas, black piping
Remind me of McCartney and Mike fighting
You know, The Is Mine
Life's A Bitch, so The World Is Mine
The six-deuce long, the curtains are
like a Picasso, Rembrandts and Rocco's
I'm a major player, 40-40's in at the Palazzo
They it was not so

things that money can't buy
Like this fly
then, I'm just gonna' ride
I'm G-Rap with better transportation
On the road to the riches, reach my Final
And the lair, to a leer
Say a Prayer, I get ta' see her
When I from here, baby, yeah

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

True story, my closet is like two
Straight to the happy ending, 'cause I don't do
Corey, real rap
The Maybach is bananas, back
You feel
Young! C'mon!

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

Boss!
be stopped now
We got too much

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

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

Waiting on my Knight
One nation God, since I chose a thug's life
Guess I play my part
Never I die, my name symbolize
The hustle for young killers coming from the other

Some things money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a better
I'm large, my car
Menagin' black broads, for frauds
I'm livin' large, my fat
I see the kill in the field of
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, and dropped
I'm the Boss!