Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music II

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

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

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

Boss!
Kush like petroleum
Crib custodians
in all shades
These erodium
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so horses
Bitches me Polo
tell me how ya wanna move
Yea you know I got both,
your ass black and blue
I was getting pretty women
Now I scoop winners like kitty litter
Any winter denim like a slender nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the real
Celery for even I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya me other than your gender
I'm a boss and I'm riding a small fault,
make your wheels and ride 'til 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, whoa you see it
I don't on going broke put that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas can't take
Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach

alright,
All Maybach
I'm in the asshole
as a mother still gutter like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on x how the 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
Sweet as split every time I peel through,
Fresher than will and uncle Phil too
T-V in the Maybach in traffic,
I'm on my feet like acting Tinactin
I'm this 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 stacks
And then I'm back to doing shit like I do sing music

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