Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music

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

Come and a ride
and take a ride

Justice

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

Revenue incredible, it put me on a
Columbia to Mexico, I there was a better route
at me, a model now
Models and 'round
A Blood holla',
But the in blue, they shot 'em down

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

things your money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a ride
In the rear, so instruments I hear
behind curtain, no sign to fear, Ross!
I'm higher a leer
This Maybach music, shit I wear
May cause you to it

Close your eyes and inhale the
It's Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote,
5 ounces, take a
Of Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote
Boss!

Young!
it then!

Black Maybach, white seas, black
Remind me of Paul McCartney and Mike
You know, The Is Mine
A Bitch, so The Whole World Is Mine
The long, the curtains are drawn
Perfectly a Picasso, Rembrandts and Rocco's
I'm a player, 40-40's in Vegas at the Palazzo
said it was not so

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

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

story, my closet is like two stories
Straight to the happy ending, I don't do stories
Shawn Corey, rap
The is bananas, peel back
You feel
Young! C'mon!

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

Boss!
Can't be now
We got too cake

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

Boy, I got an view, slanted on my balcony
Can only stay a or two, so many people out for me
I the Maybach
Got a killer's
Holding on mack 11, Machiavelli premonition

on my Suge Knight
One nation under God, since I chose a life
I gotta play my part
Never I die, my name symbolize
The hustle for young coming from the other side

Some your money can't buy
Like in the sky, even a better ride
I'm large, my car
Menagin' black broads, for frauds
I'm large, my fat rocks
I see the in the field of hip-hop
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and
I'm the Boss!