Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music Pt. 2

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

Martin the King Jr.
Starting, all that stuntin' is ruin ya
B.I. was he probably had a two tone
the Grey Poupon
Anything yay on
Will
I am the shit and this is my commode
Uh oh there go
Talking about how ya boy clothes extra
I just that my limelight extra bright
I hit the strip club and girls get hype,
You hit the strip club and girls extra dyke
We who not getting no sex tonight
And a lap dance will 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, else? Lexus
Well who's Maybach is this? Mr.

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 don't plan on going broke put that on my
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas take that
Listen to my music, to my Maybach music

Boss!
Kush burn like
Crib custodians
Shades in all
made erodium
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so many
Bitches call me
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 winners like kitty litter
Any winter denim like a slender 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 your wheels and ride 'til they fall off yea Ross!

Realest I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out 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 niggas take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my music

alright,
All black
I'm in the asshole
Classy as a mother gutter like a bad bowl
Benjamin on x how the cash row
That's right them mill due damn clothes
I eat ya too
We don't you
And we be strapping up the navy seal do
Sweet as banana split every time I through,
Fresher than will and uncle Phil too
Watching T-V in the 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 I'm back to doing shit like I do sing Maybach music

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