Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

and take a ride
Come and 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, docked Boss, blowing up

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

Gang-affiliated, colors painted
the niggas I employed, name synonymous with Mi-Yayo
Instrumental that are mental, Maybach kind of
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 I hear
behind curtain, no sign to fear, Ross!
I'm than a leer
This Maybach music, designer I wear
May you to lose it

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

Young!
it then!

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

Certain things that can't buy
Like this fly
'Til then, I'm just ride
I'm like G-Rap with transportation
On the road to the riches, reach my Destination
And the lair, closer to a
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 roof, translucent and Humador
Where refrigerators, Ace of Spades, or two I store

True story, my closet is like two
Straight to the happy ending, 'cause I do stories
Corey, real rap
The is bananas, peel back
You feel
Young! C'mon!

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

Boss!
Can't be now
We got too cake

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

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

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

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