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,
you gon' need a towel
ride sexy through the city see me you be aroused
my bankroll so endowed
b-tches from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style
and in crowds me in town
on the strip in
chillin' fillin faces with babies
bite yo' tongue,
this ain't a Mercedes,
tell the A.T.F. I'm riding with 380,
my car costs,
y'all thought I fall off,
that was just a loss,
we can a ball off,
fly to N.Y. me at the Waldorf,
the 'n' architecture Victorian,
ridin' in the past like you're a Delorean,
times never heard 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' 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 who stays the same,
they see the name,
stroll slow,
your colors roll,

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

(Rick Ross)
Uh,
uhhh,
please,
I alive like a moff in the Summer time,
wheel blades all samurai,
shine brighter them b-tches on the other side,
time to a blind mother f-cker recognize,
got the competion nonexistent,
had the bubble crack but didn't have a pot to in,
double that how dare you try to knock a n-gga,
street scholar graduated, no figure,
still tote chrome, my chromisomes,
me halfway with things and a mobile home,
money yeah they rrring like a mobile phone,
I'm a but need a coca-cola loan,
I'm in the like 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 American Express cards,
uh,

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