Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

Come and take a
Come and take a

Justice

57 years, yes!
Blood for a
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
to Mexico, I figure there was a better route
Look at me, a now
Models and bottles
A Blood holla',
But the boys in blue, they shot 'em

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

Some your money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a better
In the rear, so many instruments I
behind curtain, no sign to fear, Ross!
I'm higher than a
This Maybach music, designer shit I
May cause you to it

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

Young!
it then!

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

Certain things money can't buy
Like this fly
'Til then, I'm just gonna'
I'm like G-Rap better transportation
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 these millionaire lenses
Just the Two M's on the
The partition roof, 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 do stories
Corey, real rap
The is bananas, peel back
You that?
Young! C'mon!

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

Boss!
Can't be now
We got too cake

They pennies, while I'm muscling for meals
And that be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your 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 or two, so many people out for me
I the Maybach
Got a intuition
on that mack 11, Machiavelli premonition

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

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