Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music III

(T.I.)
My garage is
under a hundred thou allowed
Maybach triple white like I'm in a cloud
no on my seats,
you gon' need a towel
ride through the city see me you will be aroused
my bankroll so endowed
pull b-tches from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in
and in crowds me in town
on the strip in
chillin' fillin faces with babies
b-tch yo' tongue,
this just a Mercedes,
tell the A.T.F. I'm riding another 380,
my car costs,
y'all thought I would off,
that was a small loss,
we can a ball off,
fly to N.Y. me at the Waldorf,
the story 'n' 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 question is,
how yo' b-tch gon' feel in that when you two pull up to this?

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 colors roll,

(Jadakiss)
Yo the piff that I'm blowin' f-cking up the ozone,
plus I keep a d-pe line similar to Stone's (uh),
Ice cream (uh), pipe
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 6 duece' 57's for the health,
in the trunk, 45 for the belt,
bunch of wax all you guys gonna melt,
live for kids, die for yourself,
in the sky if you ride for the wealth,
p's on the block,
on the shelf,
if i ain't in the of the bach,
I in nothin' else
ahaha I'm else.

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

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