Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

and take a ride
Come and take a

Justice

57 years, yes!
Blood for a
Hand my mack 11 to the 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 holla', ballin'
But the boys in blue, shot 'em down

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

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

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

Young!
it then!

Black Maybach, white seas, black
Remind me of Paul McCartney and fighting
You know, The Girl Is
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 at the Palazzo
said it was not so

Certain things money can't buy
Like this fly
then, I'm just gonna' ride
I'm like with better transportation
On the to the riches, reach my Final Destination
And the lair, closer to a
Say a Prayer, I get ta' see her
When I from here, baby, yeah

But I don't see the through 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, I don't do stories
Shawn Corey, rap
The Maybach is bananas, back
You that?
Young! C'mon!

Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my
8-track episodes, been this since way back
way back, since way back
8-track episodes, been doing since way back!
Realest I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
episodes, been doing this since way back
Since way back, since way
episodes, been doing this 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 your
Stuffed shells, thanks to crack, I
and lobsters, not all mobsters
Imposters, got cha!

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

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

things your money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a ride
I'm large, my car
black 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!