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 sexy through the city see me you be aroused
my bankroll so endowed
pull from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style
and in crowds catch me in
on the strip in
chillin' fillin faces with babies
b-tch yo' tongue,
this just a Mercedes,
tell the A.T.F. I'm with another 380,
my car costs,
y'all I would fall off,
was just a small loss,
we can a ball off,
fly to N.Y. me at the Waldorf,
the story 'n' Victorian,
ridin' in the past like drivin' a Delorean,
times never heard of those,
in the back, my kicked 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,
I keep a d-pe line similar to Cold Stone's (uh),
Ice (uh), pipe dreams
is what they have when I 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 ain't in the of the bach,
I ain't in nothin'
I'm somthin' else.

(Rick Ross)
Uh,
uhhh,
please,
I came alive a moff in the Summer time,
Japanese blades 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 have a pot to piss in,
I'll double that how dare you try to a n-gga,
street scholar graduated, no figure,
still chrome, check my chromisomes,
meet me halfway with and a mobile home,
machines yeah they rrring like a mobile phone,
I'm a but need a coca-cola loan,
I'm in the hood 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 Black Express cards,
uh,

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