Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music 2

Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my
Whatever I send out homie make back
Can you believe it, whoa you see it
I don't plan on going put that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas can't that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my music

Martin the King Jr.
Starting, all that is gonna ruin ya
B.I. was alive he had a two tone
the Grey Poupon
Anything yay on
Will
Cause I am the shit and this is my
Uh oh they go
about how ya boy clothes extra tight
I just that my limelight extra bright
I hit the club and girls get extra hype,
You hit the club and girls turn extra dyke
We know who not no sex tonight
And a lap dance will be a blessing right.
So all the shit you dead, coffin
Light the weed coughing, new crib
Where it's at? Austin, where's Texas
What's in front? Benz's, what Lexus
Well who's Maybach is Mr. West's

Boss!
Kush like petroleum
need custodians
Shades in all
These erodium
Use to be the
call it oh low
Now I got so many
Bitches call me
5762 tell me how ya wanna
Yea you know I got both,
Beat ass black and blue
I was barely pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty
Any winter Fendi like a slender nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the contender
Celery for Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya me other than your gender
I'm a boss and I'm riding a small fault,
Niggas make your wheels and ride 'til they off yea Ross!

alright,
All Maybach
I'm sitting in the
Classy as a still gutter like a bad bowl
Franklin on x how the cash row
That's right them mill due like clothes
I eat ya too
We feel you
And we be strapping up like the seal do
as banana split every time I peel through,
Fresher than smith and uncle Phil too
Watching T-V in the in traffic,
I'm on my like tough acting Tinactin
I'm this shit
You try tackling,
Lil in one word immaculate,
You see the Biggie, you see the Jay, the in him,
The Cobain, the Andre three stacks
And then I'm to doing shit like I do sing Maybach music