Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

and take a ride
Come and a ride

Justice

57 years, yes!
for a D-Boy
Hand my 11 to the engineer to record
Got the women in the world for me to feed on
Double deck yacht, docked Boss, weed up

Revenue incredible, it put me on a
Columbia to Mexico, I there was a better route
Look at me, a now
Models and 'round
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 of mental
400 off the lot, the is monumental

Some things your money buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a better
In the rear, so many instruments I
Tucked 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
It's Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote,
5 ounces, a toke
Of this Maybach music, the shit I wrote
Boss!

Young!
it then!

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

Certain that money can't buy
being this fly
'Til then, I'm gonna' ride
I'm like G-Rap with better
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 partition roof, and Humador
Where refrigerators, where Ace of Spades, or two I

True story, my closet is like two
to the happy ending, 'cause I don't do stories
Shawn Corey, rap
The is bananas, peel back
You feel
Young! C'mon!

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

Boss!
be stopped now
We got too much

pinching pennies, while I'm muscling for meals
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 view, slanted on my balcony
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 under God, since I chose a thug's life
Guess I gotta play my
Never will I die, my symbolize
The hustle for killers coming from the other side

Some things your money buy
Like in the sky, even a better ride
I'm large, my car
Menagin' black broads, for frauds
I'm livin' large, my fat
I see the kill in the of hip-hop
up on the car, you get popped, mopped and dropped
I'm the Boss!