Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music III

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

MAYBACH N-GGA!

(Erykah Badu)[Chorus]
knows,
how the goes,
and the clothes,
they gon' and go,
but who stays the same,
they see the name,
real 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 cream (uh), dreams
is what 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 that 6 57's for the health,
in the trunk, 45 for the belt,
bunch of wax all you guys gonna 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 in the back of the bach,
I ain't in nothin'
ahaha I'm else.

(Rick Ross)
Uh,
uhhh,
please,
I alive like a moff in the Summer time,
Japanese blades all samurai,
shine than them b-tches on the other side,
time to make a blind mother 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 graduated, no father figure,
still chrome, check my chromisomes,
me halfway with things and a mobile home,
money yeah they 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' back to the truth I could'a did betta,
parents never had a job,
now its American Express cards,
uh,

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