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, 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
to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music

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

Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my
Whatever I send out homie I'ma make
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 niggas take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my music

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 call me
5762 me how ya wanna move
Yea you know I got both,
Beat your ass and blue
I was barely getting pretty
Now I scoop Emmy winners like litter
Any winter Fendi denim like a nigga
in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the is ya telling me other than your gender
I'm a and I'm riding like a small fault,
make your wheels and ride 'til they fall off yea Ross!

Realest I ever wrote 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
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas can't that
to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music

alright,
All black
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 damn
I eat ya too
We don't you
And we be strapping up like the 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 like acting Tinactin
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 three stacks
And then I'm back to doing shit I do sing Maybach music

Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my
Whatever I send out homie 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