Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music III

(T.I.)
My is flawless
under a hundred thou 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 be aroused
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 faces with babies
bite yo' tongue,
this ain't a Mercedes,
tell the A.T.F. I'm riding with 380,
my car costs,
y'all I would fall off,
that was a small loss,
we can a ball off,
fly to N.Y. me at the Waldorf,
the 'n' architecture Victorian,
ridin' in the like you're drivin' a Delorean,
hard never heard of those,
in the back, my feet up,
get my sucked,
with the closed,
and for the kid,
my final 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 come and go,
but who stays the same,
they see the name,
stroll slow,
where colors roll,

(Jadakiss)
Yo the piff that I'm blowin' on's up the ozone,
plus I a d-pe line similar to Cold Stone's (uh),
Ice (uh), pipe dreams
is what they have when I pull up in that thing (yeah),
I put a on, I got the curtains drawn,
whoever ain't gettin' 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 dummies all you gonna melt,
live for 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 in nothin' else
ahaha I'm else.

(Rick Ross)
Uh,
uhhh,
please,
I came alive a moff in the Summer time,
Japanese wheel all samurai,
brighter than them b-tches on the other side,
time to make a blind mother recognize,
got the competion nonexistent,
had the bubble crack but didn't have a pot to in,
I'll double how dare you try to knock a n-gga,
street graduated, no father figure,
tote chrome, check my chromisomes,
meet me halfway things and a mobile home,
machines yeah they rrring like a mobile phone,
I'm a seven-up but a coca-cola loan,
I'm in the hood like I'm Evans,
cashmere sweater,
me and got a vendetta,
lookin' back to the truth I could'a did betta,
never had a good job,
now its Black Express cards,
uh,

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