Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

Come and take a
and take a ride

Justice

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

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

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

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

Close eyes and inhale the smoke
Maybach music, the realest 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 McCartney and Mike 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
said it was not so

Certain things that money buy
Like this fly
'Til then, I'm just ride
I'm like G-Rap better 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 see the ending through these millionaire lenses
Just the Two M's on the
The roof, translucent and Humador
refrigerators, where Ace of Spades, or two I store

True story, my is like two stories
to the happy ending, 'cause I don't do stories
Shawn Corey, rap
The Maybach is bananas, peel
You feel
Young! C'mon!

Realest I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8-track episodes, been this since way back
Since way back, since way
8-track episodes, doing this since way back!
Realest I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8-track episodes, been doing since way back
Since way back, way back
episodes, been 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 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 stay a week or two, so many out for me
I the Maybach
Got a killer's
Holding on that mack 11, Machiavelli

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

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