Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music Pt. 2

Realest shit I wrote chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out 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 can't take that
Listen to my music, to my Maybach music

Martin Louis the Jr.
Starting, all that is gonna ruin ya
B.I. was alive he had a two tone
the Grey Poupon
Anything yay on
explode
Cause I am the shit and is my commode
Uh oh they go
about how ya boy clothes extra tight
I remember that my limelight extra bright
I hit the strip club and get extra 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 you talking dead, coffin
Light the weed coughing, new crib
it's at? Austin, where's that? Texas
What's in front? Benz's, what else?
who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's

Realest shit I wrote chilling in my Maybach
I send out homie I'ma make back
Can you believe it, 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 that
Listen to my music, to my Maybach music

Boss!
Kush burn petroleum
Crib custodians
Shades in all
These erodium
Use to be the
call it oh low
Now I got so many
Bitches me Polo
tell me how ya wanna move
Yea you know I got both,
your ass black and blue
I was barely getting women
Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty
Any winter denim like a slender nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the real
Celery for even I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me other your gender
I'm a and I'm riding like a small fault,
Niggas make your wheels and ride they fall off yea Ross!

shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie make back
Can you it, whoa you gotta see it
I don't 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 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 them mill due like damn clothes
I eat ya too
We don't you
And we be strapping up like the navy do
Sweet as banana split every I peel through,
than will smith and uncle Phil too
Watching T-V in the in traffic,
I'm on my feet like tough Tinactin
I'm running shit
You try tackling,
Lil in one word immaculate,
You see the Biggie, you see the Jay, the in him,
The Kurt Cobain, the Andre three
And then I'm back to doing shit I do sing Maybach music

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