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 with demeanor
Sippin' on lean, can you 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 with two on my fingers
Crocodile seats and my cousin look like he been shippin'
And we back, yeah, a fact
Lately I promise I been on my
You get shot, acting like you cool
to my socks, in Ellesse I'm a fool
Sicko my brother, he with a tool
If you pop it, boy pass it to Tuan
Flipped in your bitch, dawg her a pond
Feel a swan laying in the Don Juan
Yeah, I been an artist, but not rap, boy,
Fuck new niggas, I ain't 'em, too foreign
My a fairy,
she walk with a wand JBan$ my brother, if I fight, he
not a joke, that boy can't wait ot tussle
TEC-9, no 'tussin, these hoes bussin'
Lustin', not lovin', my guap, bitch, keep

I got woodgrain on my Buckle
Cool quarter mill in my duffle
I won again so you still gotta
Born the drip and just learned how to hustle
Look at your bitch through these bifocals
I get me some head, she that shit over
They say lately I been lookin' dollars
Pinstripe high waters, I dress a golfer
We ride in foreigns, ain't no Impalas
They ain't the new born but I got baby bottles
at Barney, I drip 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 through this cash like family don't
I got back, feel the same pain together
Pop off the tag, my partner just
Baby blue Jag made my mom feel
Fucked a snow bunny at my at Coachella
VVS damn they pointers in my
We move too fast, it get slimy as
Life is too grimy, I for the devil
It's a Royce, and it comes with umbrellas
2018 and Porsche Carrera

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

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

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