Luyện nghe bài hát Drip or Drown Remix

Yeah,

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

I got woodgrain on my Damier
Cool quarter in my Goyard duffle
I won again so you still shuffle
Born with the drip and learned how to hustle
Look at your bitch through these Dior
I get me some head, she that shit over
They say lately I been lookin' like
Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a
We ride in foreigns, no more Impalas
They ain't the new born but I got baby bottles
Shoppin' at Barney, I drip like a
Watch how I drip I hit that Met Gala
Codeine I sip my lip, don't get splattered
Doctor told me I got l lean in my
Run through this like family don't 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 bunny at my at Coachella
VVS damn they in my bezel
We move too fast, it get slimy as
is too grimy, I watch for the devil
It's a Royce, and it comes with umbrellas
2018 and that 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 call
New Fendi runners, I feel
Run shit 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 dope smell like
Pourin' Hi-Tech, I'm sippin', relaxin'
in LA, Gunna fuckin' the baddest
FN ain't plastic, put him in a
I wiped his quickly, pass him a napkin (slime)
Got an addiction, in love this fashion
Prayin' for all of my bros we Catholic
Lifetime of hats 'cause you always be
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

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