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

Martin the King Jr.
Starting, all that is gonna 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 clothes 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 know who not getting no sex
And a lap dance will probably be a right.
So all the shit you talking dead,
the weed coughing, new crib loftin'
Where it's at? Austin, where's that?
What's in front? Benz's, what Lexus
Well who's is this? Mr. West's

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

Boss!
Kush burn 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 me how ya wanna move
Yea you know I got both,
Beat your ass black and
I was barely getting pretty
Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty
Any winter Fendi denim a slender nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the contender
Celery for Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me other than gender
I'm a boss and I'm riding 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 it, whoa you gotta 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 music, to my Maybach music

alright,
All Maybach
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 like damn
I eat ya too
We feel you
And we be strapping up like the navy do
Sweet as banana split every I peel through,
Fresher than will smith and Phil too
Watching T-V in the 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 shit like I do sing Maybach music

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