Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music 2

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

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

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

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