Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

Come and a ride
and take a ride

Justice

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

Revenue incredible, it put me on a
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 shot 'em

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

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

your eyes and inhale the smoke
It's Maybach music, the realest 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 McCartney and fighting
You know, The Is Mine
A Bitch, so The Whole World Is Mine
The six-deuce long, the are drawn
Perfectly like a Picasso, Rembrandts and
I'm a major player, 40-40's in Vegas at the
They it was not so

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

But I don't see the ending through these lenses
the Two M's on the emblem
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, I don't do stories
Shawn Corey, rap
The Maybach is bananas, peel
You feel
Young! C'mon!

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

Boss!
Can't be now
We got too much

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

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

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

things your money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, 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 field of
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and
I'm the Boss!