Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music III

(T.I.)
My is flawless
under a hundred aint allowed
Maybach triple white like I'm in a cloud
no on my seats,
baby you gon' need a
ride sexy the city see me you will be aroused
my so well endowed
pull b-tches M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style
and in crowds me in town
on the in vegas
chillin' fillin b-tches' faces babies
b-tch 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,
that was just a loss,
we can have a off,
fly to N.Y. me at the Waldorf,
the 'n' architecture Victorian,
ridin' in the past you're drivin' a Delorean,
hard times never 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 up next to this?

MAYBACH N-GGA!

(Erykah Badu)[Chorus]
knows,
how the goes,
and the clothes,
they come and go,
but who stays the same,
gon' see the name,
stroll slow,
where colors roll,

(Jadakiss)
Yo the that I'm blowin' on's f-cking up the ozone,
I keep a d-pe line similar to Cold Stone's (uh),
Ice (uh), pipe dreams
is they have when I pull up in that light thing (yeah),
I put a on, I got the curtains drawn,
whoever ain't 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 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 ain't in nothin'
ahaha I'm else.

(Rick Ross)
Uh,
uhhh,
please,
I came like a moff in the Summer time,
Japanese blades all samurai,
shine brighter than them on the other side,
time to make a blind f-cker recognize,
got the competion nonexistent,
had the crack but didn't have a pot to piss in,
double that how dare you try to knock a n-gga,
street scholar graduated, no figure,
tote chrome, check my chromisomes,
meet me halfway things and a mobile home,
money machines they 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 I could'a did betta,
never had a good job,
now its American Express cards,
uh,

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