Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music III

(T.I.)
My garage is
under a thou aint 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 crowds me in town
on the strip in
chillin' fillin b-tches' faces with
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 a small loss,
we can have a off,
fly to N.Y. me at the Waldorf,
the story 'n' Victorian,
ridin' in the past like you're a Delorean,
hard times never 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' in that when you two pull up next to this?

MAYBACH N-GGA!

(Erykah Badu)[Chorus]
knows,
how the goes,
and the clothes,
they gon' and go,
but guess who the same,
they see the name,
real slow,
where your 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 (uh), pipe dreams
is what they have 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 57's for the health,
in the trunk, 45 for the belt,
bunch of wax dummies all you guys 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 in the back 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 a blind mother f-cker recognize,
amunition got the nonexistent,
had the bubble crack but didn't a pot to piss in,
I'll that how dare you try to knock a n-gga,
scholar graduated, no father figure,
still tote chrome, my chromisomes,
meet me halfway with things and a home,
money machines yeah they like a mobile phone,
I'm a seven-up but a coca-cola loan,
I'm in the hood I'm James Evans,
cashmere sweater,
me and got a vendetta,
back to tell the truth I could'a did betta,
parents had a good job,
now its Black American cards,
uh,

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