Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music 2

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

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

Boss!
Kush burn like
Crib custodians
in all shades
These made
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so horses
call me Polo
5762 tell me how ya move
Yea you I got them both,
Beat your ass and blue
I was barely getting women
Now I scoop Emmy winners like litter
Any Fendi denim like a slender nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the real
Celery for Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the is ya telling me other than your gender
I'm a and I'm riding like a small fault,
Niggas make your wheels and ride they fall off yea Ross!

alright,
All black
I'm sitting in the
Classy as a mother still like a bad bowl
Benjamin on x how the cash row
That's right them due like damn clothes
I eat ya too
We don't you
And we be up like the navy seal do
Sweet as split every time I peel through,
Fresher than will and uncle Phil too
Watching T-V in the in traffic,
I'm on my feet like acting Tinactin
I'm this shit
You try tackling,
Lil Wayne in one 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