Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

Come and take a
Come and take a

Justice

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

Revenue incredible, it put me on a
Columbia to Mexico, I figure was a better route
at me, a model now
Models and 'round
A Blood holla',
But the in blue, they shot '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
Like Heaven in the sky, a better ride
In the rear, so many I hear
Tucked curtain, no sign to fear, Ross!
I'm higher a leer
This music, designer shit I wear
May you to lose it

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

Young!
it then!

Black Maybach, white seas, piping
me of Paul McCartney and Mike fighting
You know, The Girl Is
Life's A Bitch, so The Whole Is Mine
The long, the curtains are drawn
Perfectly 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
being this fly
'Til then, I'm gonna' ride
I'm G-Rap with better 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 disappear here, baby, yeah

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

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

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

Boss!
Can't be now
We got too much

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

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

things your money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a better
I'm large, my car
Menagin' black broads, massage for
I'm livin' large, my fat
I see the kill in the of hip-hop
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and
I'm the Boss!