Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

What is Maybach music
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 in the world for me to feed on
Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowing up

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

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

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

Close your eyes and inhale the
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, seas, black piping
Remind me of Paul McCartney and Mike
You know, The Is Mine
Life's A Bitch, so The Whole Is Mine
The six-deuce long, the are drawn
like a Picasso, Rembrandts and Rocco's
I'm a major player, 40-40's in at the Palazzo
said it was not so

Certain that money can't buy
Like this fly
'Til then, I'm gonna' ride
I'm like G-Rap with 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 from here, baby,

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

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

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

Boss!
be stopped now
We got too cake

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

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

Waiting on my Knight
One under God, since I chose a thug's life
I gotta play my part
Never I die, my name symbolize
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 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!