Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

What is Maybach music
I like this Maybach
Sweet!
Ha ha ha!

Come and a ride
Come and take a

Justice

57 years, yes!
Blood for a
Hand my 11 to the engineer to record
Got the baddest in the world for me to feed on
Double deck yacht, Boss, blowing weed up

Revenue incredible, it put me on a
Columbia to Mexico, I there was a better route
Look at me, a now
and bottles 'round
A holla', ballin'
But the boys in blue, they shot 'em

Gang-affiliated, colors prosecutors
'Cause the niggas I employed, synonymous with Mi-Yayo
Instrumental that are mental, kind of mental
400 off the lot, the block is

Some things your can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, a better ride
In the rear, so instruments I hear
Tucked curtain, no sign to fear, Ross!
I'm higher than a
Maybach music, designer shit I wear
May you to lose it

Close your and inhale the smoke
It's Maybach music, the shit I wrote, nigga
5 ounces, a toke
Of this Maybach music, the realest I wrote
Boss!

Young!
it then!

Black Maybach, white seas, black
me of Paul McCartney and Mike fighting
You know, The Is Mine
Life's A Bitch, so The Whole World Is
The six-deuce long, the are drawn
Perfectly like a Picasso, Rembrandts and
I'm a major player, 40-40's in at the Palazzo
They it was not so

things that money can't buy
Like being fly
'Til then, I'm just ride
I'm like G-Rap better transportation
On the road to the riches, reach my Destination
And the lair, to a leer
Say a Prayer, I get ta' see her
I disappear from here, baby, yeah

But I don't see the ending through millionaire lenses
Just the Two M's on the
The partition roof, and Humador
Where refrigerators, Ace of Spades, or two I store

True story, my closet is like two
Straight to the happy ending, 'cause I do stories
Corey, real rap
The Maybach is bananas, peel
You that?
Young! C'mon!

Realest shit I ever wrote, in my Maybach
8-track episodes, doing this since way back
Since way back, since way
8-track episodes, been doing this way back!
Realest I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
episodes, been doing this since way back
Since way back, way back
8-track episodes, been doing since way back!

Boss!
Can't be now
We got too much

They pinching pennies, I'm muscling for meals
And muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill
Stuffed shells, thanks to crack, I
and lobsters, not all mobsters
Imposters, got cha!

Boy, I got an eagle view, slanted on my
Can only stay a week or two, so many out for me
I the Maybach
Got a intuition
Holding on that 11, Machiavelli premonition

Waiting on my Suge
One nation under God, since I a thug's life
I gotta play my part
Never I die, my name symbolize
The hustle for young killers from the other side

things your money can't buy
Like in the sky, even a better ride
I'm large, my car
Menagin' broads, massage for frauds
I'm large, my fat rocks
I see the kill in the field of
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, and dropped
I'm the Boss!