Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

Come and a ride
Come and take a

Justice

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

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

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

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

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

Young!
it then!

Black Maybach, white seas, black
Remind me of Paul McCartney and Mike
You know, The Girl Is
Life's A Bitch, so The Whole World Is
The six-deuce long, the 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 things money can't buy
Like this fly
'Til then, I'm gonna' ride
I'm like G-Rap 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
I disappear from here, baby, yeah

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

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

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

Boss!
be stopped now
We got too cake

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

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

Waiting on my Knight
One nation under God, I chose a thug's life
Guess I gotta play my
will I die, my name symbolize
The hustle for young killers coming from the side

things your money can't buy
Like in the sky, even a better ride
I'm large, my car
Menagin' broads, massage for frauds
I'm large, my fat rocks
I see the kill in the field of
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and
I'm the Boss!