Luyện nghe bài hát Drip or Drown Remix

Yeah,

Two Benzes, one Coupe, and two Beamers
I'm a seamstress, I stay in the cleaners
2k my sweatsuit, I walk demeanor
Sippin' on lean, can you me who leaner
Showin' me pics of your ho, I done her
Twenty-three racks got me like Tinker
I like your 'cause her pussy look 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 get shot, acting like you cool
Drip to my socks, in Ellesse I'm a
Sicko my brother, he stay with a
If you won't pop it, boy pass it to
in your bitch, dawg her pussy a pond
Feel like a swan laying in the Don
Yeah, I been an artist, but not rap, boy,
these 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, 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 Damier
quarter mill in my Goyard duffle
I won again so you gotta shuffle
with the drip and just learned how to hustle
Look at your bitch through Dior bifocals
I get me some head, she bend that over
They say lately I lookin' like dollars
Pinstripe high waters, I like a golfer
We ride in foreigns, ain't no Impalas
They ain't have the new born but I got bottles
at Barney, I drip like a model
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, the same pain together
Pop off the tag, my partner just
Baby 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 slimy as
Life is too grimy, I for the devil
It's a Rolls Royce, and it comes with
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' hoes, need to call paramedics
New Fendi runners, I athletic
Run that shit up, 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 smell like acid
Pourin' Hi-Tech, I'm sippin', relaxin'
Vibes in LA, Gunna fuckin' the
FN ain't plastic, put him in a
I wiped his nose quickly, pass him a (slime)
Got an addiction, in love this fashion
for all of my bros like we Catholic
Lifetime of 'cause you always be cappin'
Niggas eatin', stop cappin', you ain't fastin'
Can't get no sleep 'cause my life is all
See how shit happened, I made it in

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