Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

Come and take a
and take a ride

Justice

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

incredible, it put me on a pedestal
Columbia to Mexico, I figure there was a better
at me, a model now
Models and 'round
A holla', ballin'
But the in blue, they shot '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 block is

Some things money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a ride
In the rear, so many instruments I
behind curtain, no sign to fear, Ross!
I'm higher than a
This Maybach music, designer I wear
May you to lose it

Close your and inhale the smoke
Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote, nigga
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 Girl Is
Life's A Bitch, so The World Is Mine
The six-deuce long, the are drawn
like a Picasso, Rembrandts and Rocco's
I'm a major player, in Vegas at the Palazzo
They it was not so

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

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

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

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

Boss!
Can't be now
We got too cake

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

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

Some things your money 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 in the field of hip-hop
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and
I'm the Boss!