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
on lean, can you tell me who leaner
Showin' me of your ho, I done seen her
racks got me feeling like Tinker
I like bitch 'cause her pussy look pinker
Made that ho cum two rings on my fingers
Crocodile seats and my cousin look like he been packs
And we back, yeah, a fact
Lately I I been on my bull
You finna get shot, like you cool
Drip to my socks, in I'm a fool
Sicko my brother, he with a tool
If you won't pop it, boy pass it to
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 'em, too foreign
My a fairy,
she walk with a wand JBan$ my brother, if I fight, he
That's not a joke, that boy can't wait ot
TEC-9, no 'tussin, these stripper hoes
Lustin', not lovin', my guap, bitch, buzzin'

I got on my Damier Buckle
Cool quarter mill in my Goyard
I won so you still gotta shuffle
Born with the drip and learned how to hustle
Look at bitch through these Dior bifocals
I get me some head, she bend that over
They say lately I been lookin' like
high 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
at Barney, I drip like a model
Watch how I when I hit that Met Gala
Codeine I sip with my lip, get splattered
Doctor me I got l lean in my bladder
Run this cash like family don't matter
I got your back, feel the pain together
Pop off the tag, my partner just
Baby blue Jag made my mom feel
Fucked a bunny at my show at Coachella
VVS damn they pointers in my
We too fast, it get slimy as ever
is too grimy, I watch for the devil
It's a Rolls Royce, and it comes umbrellas
2018 and that Porsche

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

Killin' hoes, need to call paramedics
New runners, I feel athletic
Run that shit up, my partner a Patek
this cash, it was times we ain't have it
Got twenty-one bitches, I be a savage
Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell acid
this Hi-Tech, I'm sippin', relaxin'
Vibes in LA, Gunna the baddest
FN plastic, put him in a casket
I his nose quickly, pass him a napkin (slime)
Got an addiction, in love with fashion
for all of my bros like we Catholic
Lifetime of hats you always be cappin'
ain't eatin', stop 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 ounce (hey)
Two (hey)
amounts, ooh
Shop (hey)
down, ooh
Drip or (hey)
or drown, ooh