Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music II

Realest shit I ever chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'ma make
Can you believe it, whoa you 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

Louis the King Jr.
Starting, all that stuntin' is gonna ya
B.I. was he probably had a two tone
With the Grey
Anything yay on
explode
Cause I am the and this is my commode
Uh oh there go
about how ya boy clothes extra tight
I just remember my limelight 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 will probably be a blessing right.
So all the shit you dead, coffin
Light the coughing, new crib loftin'
Where at? Austin, where's that? Texas
in front? Benz's, what else? Lexus
Well who's Maybach is Mr. West's

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

Boss!
burn like petroleum
Crib need
Shades in all
made erodium
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so many
call me Polo
5762 tell me how ya move
Yea you I got them both,
your ass black and blue
I was barely pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners like litter
Any winter Fendi denim like a nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the contender
Celery for even I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me other than your
I'm a boss and I'm riding a small fault,
Niggas make your wheels and ride they fall off yea Ross!

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

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

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