Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music III

(T.I.)
My is flawless
under a hundred thou allowed
Maybach triple white like I'm in a cloud
no on my seats,
baby you need a towel
sexy through the city see me you will be aroused
my bankroll so well
pull b-tches M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style
and in catch me in town
on the strip in
chillin' b-tches' faces with babies
bite yo' tongue,
this just a Mercedes,
tell the A.T.F. I'm riding another 380,
my car costs,
y'all thought I 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 drivin' a Delorean,
hard never heard of those,
in the back, my kicked up,
get my sucked,
the curtains closed,
and for the kid,
my final 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 guess who the same,
gon' see the name,
stroll slow,
your colors roll,

(Jadakiss)
Yo the piff that I'm blowin' f-cking up the ozone,
plus I keep a line similar to Cold Stone's (uh),
Ice cream (uh), pipe
is they have when I pull up in that light thing (yeah),
I put a on, I got the curtains drawn,
whoever ain't gettin' sh-ted on, I'm on,
I'm in that 6 duece' for the health,
in the trunk, 45 for the belt,
bunch of wax dummies all you 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
I'm somthin' else.

(Rick Ross)
Uh,
uhhh,
please,
I alive like 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,
amunition got the nonexistent,
had the crack but didn't have a pot to piss in,
I'll double how dare you try to knock a n-gga,
scholar graduated, no father figure,
still tote chrome, my chromisomes,
me halfway with things and a mobile home,
money machines yeah they rrring a mobile phone,
I'm a but need a coca-cola loan,
I'm in the hood like I'm Evans,
hand-made sweater,
me and got a vendetta,
lookin' back to the truth I could'a did betta,
parents had a good job,
now its Black American cards,
uh,

{Maybach

ROZAY!