Luyện nghe bài hát Drip or Drown Remix

Yeah,

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

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

Goyard (hey)
in the quarter ounce (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 shit up, bought my partner a Patek
this cash, it was times we ain't have it
Got bitches, I must be a savage
Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell acid
this Hi-Tech, I'm sippin', relaxin'
Vibes in LA, fuckin' the baddest
FN plastic, put him in a casket
I wiped his quickly, pass him a napkin (slime)
Got an addiction, in love with fashion
Prayin' for all of my like we Catholic
Lifetime of hats you always be cappin'
Niggas ain't eatin', cappin', you ain't fastin'
get no sleep 'cause my life is all action
See how shit happened, I made it in

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