Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

and take a ride
Come and a ride

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
Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowing up

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

Gang-affiliated, colors painted
'Cause the niggas I employed, name synonymous Mi-Yayo
Instrumental that are mental, 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 I hear
Tucked behind curtain, no to fear, Ross!
I'm higher a leer
Maybach music, designer shit I wear
May cause you to it

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

Young!
it then!

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

Certain things that can't buy
Like this fly
'Til then, I'm gonna' ride
I'm like G-Rap with transportation
On the road to the riches, my Final Destination
And the lair, to a leer
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, where Ace of Spades, or two I

True story, my closet is two stories
Straight to the happy ending, 'cause I do stories
Corey, real rap
The Maybach is bananas, back
You that?
Young! C'mon!

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

Boss!
Can't be now
We got too much

They pinching pennies, while I'm muscling for
And that muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in 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 intuition
Holding on that 11, Machiavelli premonition

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

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 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!