Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Music Pt. 2

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

Martin Louis the Jr.
Starting, all that stuntin' is ruin ya
B.I. was he probably had a two tone
With the Grey
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 just remember that my extra bright
I hit the club and girls get extra hype,
You hit the strip club and girls turn dyke
We know who not getting no sex
And a lap dance probably be a blessing right.
So all the you talking dead, coffin
Light the weed coughing, new loftin'
it's at? Austin, where's that? Texas
What's in front? Benz's, what Lexus
who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's

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

Boss!
Kush burn petroleum
Crib need
in all shades
These erodium
Use to be the
Hoes 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 like a slender nigga
Looking in the I can see the real contender
for even Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the is ya telling me other than your gender
I'm a and I'm riding like a small fault,
Niggas make your wheels and 'til they fall off yea Ross!

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

alright,
All black
I'm in the asshole
Classy as a mother still gutter like a bad
Benjamin Franklin on x how the row
That's right them mill due like clothes
I eat ya too
We feel you
And we be strapping up like the navy do
as banana split every time I peel through,
Fresher than smith 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 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 to doing shit like I do sing Maybach music

Realest shit I ever chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'ma 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 can't take
to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music