Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

Come and take a
and take a ride

Justice

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

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

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

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

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

Young!
it then!

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

Certain things that can't buy
being this fly
'Til then, I'm just ride
I'm like 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 these millionaire lenses
Just the Two M's on the
The roof, translucent and Humador
Where refrigerators, where Ace of Spades, or two I

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

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

Boss!
Can't be now
We got too much

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

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

on my Suge Knight
One nation God, since I chose a thug's life
Guess I gotta play my
Never will I die, my name
The for young killers coming from the other side

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