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, you gotta see it
I don't plan on going broke put on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my music

Martin the King Jr.
Starting, all that stuntin' is gonna ya
B.I. was he probably had a two tone
With the Grey
yay poop on
Will
Cause I am the shit and is my commode
Uh oh there go
Talking about how ya boy clothes tight
I just remember that my extra bright
I hit the club and girls get extra hype,
You hit the strip club and girls extra dyke
We know who not getting no sex
And a lap dance probably be a blessing right.
So all the you talking dead, coffin
the weed coughing, new crib loftin'
Where it's at? Austin, where's Texas
What's in front? Benz's, else? Lexus
Well who's Maybach is this? Mr.

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

alright,
All Maybach
I'm in the asshole
Classy as a mother still gutter a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on x how the row
That's right them mill due damn clothes
I eat ya too
We don't you
And we be strapping up the navy seal do
Sweet as banana split every I peel through,
than will smith and uncle Phil too
Watching T-V in the in traffic,
I'm on my feet like acting Tinactin
I'm running this
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 back to shit like I do sing Maybach music