Luyện nghe bài hát Drip or Drown Remix

Yeah,

Two Benzes, one Bentley Coupe, and two
Think I'm a seamstress, I stay in the
2k my sweatsuit, I walk demeanor
on lean, can you tell me who leaner
Showin' me pics of your ho, I done her
racks got me feeling like Tinker
I like your 'cause her pussy look pinker
Made that ho cum with two on my fingers
seats and my cousin look like he been shippin' packs
And we back, yeah, a fact
Lately I promise I on my bull
You get shot, acting like you cool
to my socks, in Ellesse I'm a fool
Sicko my brother, he stay a tool
If you won't pop it, boy it to Tuan
Flipped in your bitch, dawg her a pond
Feel like a swan laying in the Don
Yeah, I been an artist, but not rap, boy,
Fuck these new niggas, I ain't 'em, too
My a fairy,
she walk a wand JBan$ my brother, if I fight, he scuffle
That's not a joke, that boy can't ot tussle
TEC-9, no 'tussin, stripper hoes bussin'
Lustin', not lovin', my guap, bitch, keep

I got on my Damier Buckle
Cool quarter mill in my Goyard
I won again so you still shuffle
Born with the and just learned how to hustle
at your bitch through these Dior bifocals
I get me some head, she bend shit over
say lately I been lookin' like dollars
Pinstripe waters, I dress like a golfer
We ride in foreigns, ain't no more
They ain't have the new but I got baby bottles
Shoppin' at Barney, I like a model
Watch how I when I hit that Met Gala
Codeine I sip my lip, don't get splattered
Doctor me I got l lean in my bladder
Run through this cash like family matter
I got your back, feel the pain together
Pop off the tag, my partner just
Baby blue Jag my mom feel better
Fucked a snow at my show at Coachella
VVS they pointers in my bezel
We too fast, it get slimy as ever
is too grimy, I watch for the devil
It's a Rolls Royce, and it with umbrellas
2018 and that Carrera

pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter (hey)
Two (hey)
amounts, ooh
Shop (hey)
down, ooh
Drip or (hey)
or drown, ooh

Killin' hoes, need to call paramedics
New Fendi runners, I feel
Run that up, bought my partner a Patek
Blowin' this cash, it was times we have it
Got twenty-one bitches, I must be a
Cook in the kitchen, the smell like acid
Pourin' this Hi-Tech, I'm sippin',
Vibes in LA, Gunna fuckin' the
FN plastic, put him in a casket
I wiped his nose quickly, pass him a (slime)
Got an addiction, in love this fashion
Prayin' for all of my bros like we
of hats 'cause you always be cappin'
Niggas ain't eatin', cappin', you ain't fastin'
Can't get no 'cause my life is all action
See how shit happened, I made it in

pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter (hey)
Two (hey)
amounts, ooh
Shop (hey)
down, ooh
Drip or (hey)
or drown, ooh