Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

and take a ride
Come and a ride

Justice

57 years, yes!
for a D-Boy
Hand my mack 11 to the engineer to
Got the baddest women in the for me to feed on
Double deck yacht, Boss, blowing weed up

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

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

Some things your can't buy
Heaven 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 cause you to it

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

Young!
it then!

Black Maybach, white seas, piping
Remind me of Paul McCartney and Mike
You know, The Girl Is
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 at the Palazzo
said it was not so

Certain things that money buy
Like being fly
'Til then, I'm just gonna'
I'm like G-Rap with transportation
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 from here, baby,

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

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

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

Boss!
Can't be now
We got too much

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

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

on my Suge Knight
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 from the other side

Some things your can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, a better ride
I'm large, my car
Menagin' 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, and dropped
I'm the Boss!