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 with
on lean, can you tell me who leaner
Showin' me pics of your ho, I done her
Twenty-three racks got me feeling Tinker
I like your 'cause her pussy look pinker
Made that ho cum with two rings on my
Crocodile seats and my cousin look like he shippin' packs
And we back, yeah, that's a
Lately I I been on my bull
You get shot, acting like 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 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 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, keep

I got woodgrain on my Damier
Cool quarter in my Goyard duffle
I won again so you still shuffle
with the drip and just learned how to hustle
Look at bitch through these Dior bifocals
I get me some head, she that shit over
They say lately I lookin' like dollars
Pinstripe waters, I dress like a golfer
We in foreigns, ain't no more Impalas
They ain't have the new born but I got baby
Shoppin' at Barney, I like a model
Watch how I drip I hit that Met Gala
Codeine I sip with my lip, don't get
Doctor told me I got l lean in my
Run through cash like family don't matter
I got your back, the same pain together
Pop off the tag, my partner just
blue Jag made my mom feel better
Fucked a snow at my show at Coachella
VVS damn they pointers in my
We move too fast, it get as ever
is too grimy, I watch for the devil
It's a Royce, and it comes with umbrellas
2018 and that Porsche

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 runners, I feel athletic
Run that up, bought my partner a Patek
Blowin' this cash, it was we ain't have it
Got twenty-one bitches, I be a savage
Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like
this Hi-Tech, I'm sippin', relaxin'
Vibes in LA, Gunna the baddest
FN ain't plastic, put him in a
I wiped his nose quickly, him a napkin (slime)
Got an addiction, in with this fashion
for all of my bros like we Catholic
Lifetime of hats 'cause you always be
Niggas ain't eatin', stop cappin', you ain't
Can't get no 'cause my life is all action
See how happened, I made it in rappin'

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