Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

Come and a ride
Come and take a

Justice

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

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

Gang-affiliated, colors painted
'Cause the niggas I employed, name with Mi-Yayo
Instrumental that are mental, 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 many I hear
Tucked curtain, no sign to fear, Ross!
I'm higher a leer
This music, designer shit I wear
May cause you to it

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

Young!
it then!

Black Maybach, white seas, black
Remind me of McCartney and Mike fighting
You know, The Is Mine
Life's A Bitch, so The Whole World Is
The six-deuce long, the are drawn
Perfectly like a Picasso, Rembrandts and
I'm a player, 40-40's in Vegas at the Palazzo
said it was not so

Certain things that money buy
Like this fly
'Til then, I'm just gonna'
I'm like G-Rap with better
On the to the riches, reach my Final Destination
And the lair, to a leer
Say a Prayer, I get ta' see her
I disappear from here, baby, yeah

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

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

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

Boss!
Can't be now
We got too cake

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

Boy, I got an eagle view, on my balcony
Can only stay a week or two, so many out for me
I bulletproofed the
Got a killer's
Holding on that mack 11, premonition

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

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