Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

What is this? music
I like this Maybach
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 in the world for me to feed on
deck yacht, docked Boss, blowing weed up

Revenue incredible, it put me on a
Columbia to Mexico, I figure there was a better
Look at me, a now
Models and bottles
A Blood holla',
But the boys in blue, shot 'em down

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

Some things your can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a better
In the rear, so instruments I hear
behind curtain, no sign to fear, Ross!
I'm higher a leer
This Maybach music, designer shit I
May you to lose it

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

Young!
it then!

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

Certain things that money buy
being this fly
'Til then, I'm just gonna'
I'm G-Rap with better transportation
On the to the riches, reach my Final Destination
And the lair, closer to a
Say a Prayer, I get ta' see her
When I disappear here, baby, yeah

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

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

shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8-track episodes, been doing this way back
way back, since way back
8-track episodes, doing this since way back!
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my
8-track episodes, doing this 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 pennies, while I'm muscling for meals
And muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill
Stuffed shells, to crack, I crack
and lobsters, not all mobsters
Imposters, got cha!

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

Waiting on my Knight
One nation under God, since I chose a life
Guess I gotta my part
Never will I die, my name
The hustle for young killers coming the other side

Some things your can't buy
Heaven in the sky, even a better ride
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
up on the car, you get popped, mopped and dropped
I'm the Boss!