Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

and take a ride
Come and take a

League

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

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

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

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

Close your eyes and the smoke
It's Maybach music, the realest I wrote, nigga
5 ounces, a toke
Of Maybach 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 Is Mine
Life's A Bitch, so The Whole World Is
The six-deuce long, the curtains are
Perfectly like a Picasso, and Rocco's
I'm a major player, in Vegas at the Palazzo
said it was not so

Certain things that money buy
Like this fly
'Til then, I'm gonna' ride
I'm like with better transportation
On the road to the riches, reach my Final
And the lair, closer to a
Say a Prayer, I get ta' see her
When I disappear here, baby, yeah

But I don't see the through these millionaire lenses
Just the Two M's on the
The roof, translucent and Humador
refrigerators, where Ace of Spades, or two I store

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

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

Boss!
Can't be now
We got too much

They pinching pennies, I'm muscling for meals
And that muscle be muzzle, when 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, slanted on my
Can only stay a week or two, so many out for me
I the Maybach
Got a killer's
Holding on that mack 11, Machiavelli

Waiting on my Suge
One nation under God, since I chose a thug's
Guess I play my part
Never I die, my name symbolize
The hustle for young killers coming the other side

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