Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music III

(T.I.)
My garage is
under a hundred aint allowed
Maybach triple white like I'm riding in a
no on my seats,
baby you need a towel
ride sexy through the city see me you will be
my bankroll so endowed
pull b-tches from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in
and in crowds me in town
on the in vegas
fillin b-tches' faces with babies
b-tch yo' tongue,
just ain't a Mercedes,
tell the A.T.F. I'm with another 380,
my car costs,
y'all thought I would off,
that was just a loss,
we can have a off,
fly to N.Y. me at the Waldorf,
the 'n' architecture Victorian,
ridin' in the past you're drivin' a Delorean,
times never heard of those,
in the back, my feet up,
get my sucked,
the curtains closed,
and for the kid,
my final is,
how yo' b-tch gon' in that when you two pull up next to this?

MAYBACH N-GGA!

(Erykah Badu)[Chorus]
knows,
how the goes,
and the clothes,
they gon' and go,
but who stays the same,
gon' see the name,
stroll slow,
where your roll,

(Jadakiss)
Yo the piff that I'm on's f-cking up the ozone,
plus I keep a line similar to Cold Stone's (uh),
Ice (uh), pipe dreams
is they have when I pull up in that light thing (yeah),
I put a hurtin' on, I got the drawn,
ain't gettin' sh-ted on, I'm squirtin' on,
I'm in 6 duece' 57's for the health,
in the trunk, 45 for the belt,
bunch of wax dummies all you guys melt,
for your kids, die for yourself,
bottles in the sky if you for the wealth,
p's on the block,
on the shelf,
if i ain't in the of the bach,
I ain't in nothin'
I'm somthin' else.

(Rick Ross)
Uh,
uhhh,
please,
I alive like a moff in the Summer time,
Japanese wheel all samurai,
shine brighter them b-tches on the other side,
time to make a mother f-cker recognize,
amunition got the nonexistent,
had the bubble crack but didn't have a pot to in,
I'll double that how you try to knock a n-gga,
street scholar graduated, no figure,
still tote chrome, my chromisomes,
me halfway with things and a mobile home,
money machines yeah rrring like a mobile phone,
I'm a seven-up but need a loan,
I'm in the like I'm James Evans,
cashmere sweater,
me and got a vendetta,
lookin' to tell the truth I could'a did betta,
never had a good job,
now its Black American cards,
uh,

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