Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

and take a ride
Come and take a

Justice

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

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

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

Some things money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a ride
In the rear, so many I hear
behind curtain, no sign to fear, Ross!
I'm higher a leer
This Maybach music, shit I wear
May you to lose it

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

Young!
it then!

Black Maybach, white seas, piping
Remind me of Paul McCartney and fighting
You know, The Is Mine
Life's A Bitch, so The Whole Is Mine
The long, the curtains are drawn
Perfectly like a Picasso, Rembrandts and
I'm a player, 40-40's in Vegas at the Palazzo
said it was not so

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

But I don't see the ending these millionaire 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 two stories
Straight to the happy ending, 'cause I do stories
Corey, real rap
The Maybach is bananas, back
You feel
Young! C'mon!

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

Boss!
be stopped now
We got too cake

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

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

Waiting on my Suge
One nation God, since I chose a thug's life
Guess I gotta my part
Never will I die, my symbolize
The hustle for young coming from the other side

things your money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a ride
I'm large, my car
Menagin' broads, massage for frauds
I'm livin' large, my fat
I see the in the field of hip-hop
up on the car, you get popped, mopped and dropped
I'm the Boss!