Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

Come and a ride
Come and take a

Justice

57 years, yes!
for a D-Boy
Hand my mack 11 to the to record
Got the women in the world for me to feed on
deck yacht, docked Boss, blowing weed 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 Blood holla',
But the boys in blue, shot 'em down

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

Some your money can't buy
Like in the sky, even a better ride
In the rear, so instruments I hear
behind curtain, no sign to fear, Ross!
I'm higher a leer
This Maybach music, designer I wear
May you to lose 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 shit I wrote
Boss!

Young!
it then!

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

Certain things that can't buy
Like this fly
then, I'm just gonna' ride
I'm G-Rap with better transportation
On the road to the riches, reach my 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 these millionaire lenses
the Two M's on the emblem
The partition roof, and Humador
Where refrigerators, Ace of Spades, or two I store

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

shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8-track episodes, been doing since way back
Since way back, since way
episodes, been doing this since way back!
Realest shit I ever wrote, 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!
Can't be now
We got too much

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

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

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

Some things money can't buy
Heaven in the sky, even a better ride
I'm large, my car
black broads, massage for frauds
I'm livin' large, my fat
I see the kill in the field of
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and
I'm the Boss!