Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music II

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

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

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 don't 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

Boss!
Kush like petroleum
Crib custodians
Shades in all
These erodium
Use to be the
Hoes it oh low
Now I got so many
Bitches me Polo
5762 tell me how ya wanna
Yea you know I got both,
your ass black and blue
I was getting pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty
Any winter Fendi denim a slender nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the contender
for even Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me other than gender
I'm a boss and I'm like a small fault,
Niggas make your wheels and ride 'til they off yea Ross!

Realest shit I ever wrote in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'ma back
Can you it, whoa you gotta see it
I don't 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

alright,
All black
I'm sitting in the
Classy as a mother still gutter a bad bowl
Franklin on x how the cash row
That's right them due like damn clothes
I eat ya too
We feel you
And we be strapping up like the seal do
Sweet as banana split every I peel through,
Fresher than will smith and uncle too
Watching T-V in the in traffic,
I'm on my feet tough acting 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 Cobain, the Andre three stacks
And then I'm back to shit like I do sing Maybach music

Realest shit I wrote chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie make back
Can you believe it, you gotta see it
I don't plan on going 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