Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

Come and a ride
Come and a ride

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
Double deck yacht, docked Boss, weed up

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

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

Some things your money 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 music, designer shit I wear
May you to lose it

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

Young!
it then!

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

Certain things that can't buy
being this fly
'Til then, I'm just gonna'
I'm like G-Rap with transportation
On the road to the riches, reach my Final
And the lair, to a leer
Say a Prayer, I get ta' see her
When I from here, baby, yeah

But I see the ending through these millionaire lenses
the Two M's on the emblem
The partition roof, and Humador
Where refrigerators, where Ace of Spades, or two I

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

Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my
episodes, been doing this since way back
Since way back, way back
8-track episodes, been doing this way back!
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my
8-track episodes, been doing this way back
way back, since 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 grill
Stuffed shells, to crack, I crack
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 bulletproofed the
Got a intuition
Holding on that mack 11, premonition

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

Some things money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, a better ride
I'm large, my car
Menagin' black broads, massage for
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!