Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

Come and a ride
Come and 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 yacht, docked Boss, blowing weed up

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

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

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

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

Young!
it then!

Black Maybach, white seas, black
Remind me of Paul McCartney and fighting
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
They it was not so

things that money can't buy
Like being 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, closer to a
Say a Prayer, I get ta' see her
When I disappear here, baby, yeah

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

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

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

Boss!
Can't be now
We got too cake

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

Boy, I got an view, slanted on my balcony
Can only a week or two, so many people out for me
I the Maybach
Got a intuition
Holding on that mack 11, Machiavelli

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

Some things your can't buy
Like 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 of hip-hop
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, and dropped
I'm the Boss!