Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music II

Realest shit I ever wrote in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie 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
to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music

Martin the King Jr.
Starting, all that stuntin' is gonna ya
B.I. was alive he probably had a two
With the Grey
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 just remember my limelight extra bright
I hit the strip and girls get extra hype,
You hit the strip and girls turn extra dyke
We know who not no sex tonight
And a lap dance probably be a blessing right.
So all the shit you dead, coffin
Light the weed coughing, new loftin'
Where it's at? Austin, that? Texas
What's in front? Benz's, what Lexus
Well who's Maybach is this? Mr.

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

Boss!
Kush like petroleum
need custodians
Shades in all
These erodium
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so horses
Bitches me Polo
5762 tell me how ya move
Yea you I got them both,
Beat your ass black and
I was barely getting women
Now I scoop Emmy winners kitty litter
Any winter Fendi denim like a slender
in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for even I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me other your gender
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 homie make back
Can you believe it, whoa you see it
I don't plan on going broke put that on my
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas can't that
Listen to my music, to my Maybach music

alright,
All black
I'm sitting in the
Classy as a mother gutter 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 strapping up like the seal do
Sweet as banana every time I peel through,
Fresher will smith and uncle Phil too
T-V in the Maybach in traffic,
I'm on my feet like tough acting
I'm this shit
You try tackling,
Lil Wayne in one immaculate,
You see the Biggie, you see the Jay, the in him,
The Kurt Cobain, the Andre stacks
And I'm back to doing shit like I do sing Maybach music

Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my
I send out homie I'ma make 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 can't take that
to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music