Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music Pt. 2

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 plan 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

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

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

Boss!
Kush burn like
Crib custodians
Shades in all
made 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,
Beat your ass black and
I was barely getting pretty
Now I scoop winners like kitty litter
Any winter Fendi like a slender nigga
in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me than your gender
I'm a and I'm riding like a small fault,
Niggas make your wheels and 'til they fall off yea Ross!

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

alright,
All black
I'm in the asshole
Classy as a mother still gutter a bad bowl
Franklin on x how the cash row
That's right them mill due like clothes
I eat ya too
We feel you
And we be strapping up like the navy do
Sweet as banana split every I peel through,
Fresher than smith and uncle Phil too
Watching T-V in the 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 Cobain, the Andre three stacks
And I'm back to doing shit like I do sing Maybach music

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 put that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my music