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
I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach

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

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 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!
burn like petroleum
Crib need
in all shades
These made
Use to be the
call it oh low
Now I got so many
Bitches me Polo
5762 tell me how ya move
Yea you know I got both,
Beat your ass black and
I was getting pretty women
Now I Emmy winners like kitty litter
Any winter Fendi denim like a slender
in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for even I'm on my dinner
So the fuck is ya telling me other than your gender
I'm a boss and I'm like a small fault,
make your wheels and ride 'til they fall off yea Ross!

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

alright,
All Maybach
I'm sitting in the
Classy as a mother 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 feel you
And we be up like the navy seal do
Sweet as split every time I peel through,
Fresher than will 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 send out homie I'ma make
Can you believe it, you gotta see it
I don't plan on going broke put that on my
Cause I'm in it to win now can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my music