Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

What is this? Maybach
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 for me to feed on
Double deck yacht, docked Boss, weed up

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

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

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

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

Young!
it then!

Black Maybach, white seas, piping
Remind me of Paul and Mike fighting
You know, The Is Mine
Life's A Bitch, so The World Is Mine
The long, the curtains are drawn
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 that money buy
being this fly
'Til then, I'm just ride
I'm like G-Rap 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 ending through these millionaire
Just the Two M's on the
The roof, translucent 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 don't do
Shawn Corey, rap
The is bananas, peel back
You feel
Young! C'mon!

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

Boss!
be stopped now
We got too cake

They pinching pennies, 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 eagle view, on my balcony
Can only stay a or two, so many people out for me
I the Maybach
Got a intuition
Holding on that 11, Machiavelli premonition

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

Some things your 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 of hip-hop
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, and dropped
I'm the Boss!