Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music Pt. 2

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

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

Realest shit I ever wrote in my Maybach
Whatever I out homie I'ma make back
Can you believe it, whoa you see it
I don't plan on 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

Boss!
Kush burn petroleum
need custodians
Shades in all
made erodium
Use to be the
call it oh low
Now I got so horses
Bitches me Polo
5762 me how ya wanna move
Yea you know I got both,
your ass black and blue
I was barely getting women
Now I scoop winners like kitty litter
Any winter Fendi denim a slender nigga
in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for even I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya 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 shit I 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 music, to my Maybach music

alright,
All black
I'm sitting in the
as a mother still gutter like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on x how the row
That's right them mill due like clothes
I eat ya too
We don't you
And we be strapping up like the navy do
Sweet as banana split every time I through,
Fresher will smith and uncle Phil too
T-V in the Maybach in traffic,
I'm on my feet like tough acting
I'm running this
You try tackling,
Lil in one word 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 like I do sing Maybach

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