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 believe it, whoa you see it
I don't plan on 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

Martin Louis the Jr.
Starting, all that stuntin' is ruin ya
B.I. was alive he had a two tone
With the Poupon
Anything yay on
Will
I am the shit and this is my commode
Uh oh they go
Talking how ya boy clothes extra tight
I just remember that my limelight extra
I hit the strip and girls get extra hype,
You hit the strip club and girls turn dyke
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 Benz's, what else? Lexus
Well who's is this? Mr. West's

Realest I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'ma back
Can you believe it, you gotta see it
I plan 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

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

Realest I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'ma make
Can you believe it, you gotta see it
I plan on going broke put that on my Maybach
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 in the asshole
Classy as a mother gutter like a bad bowl
Franklin 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 up like the navy seal do
Sweet as banana every time I peel through,
than will smith and uncle Phil too
Watching T-V in the in traffic,
I'm on my feet like tough acting
I'm running 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 then I'm back to doing shit like I do Maybach music

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