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
Sippin' on lean, can you tell me who
Showin' me pics of ho, I done seen her
Twenty-three racks got me feeling Tinker
I like bitch 'cause her pussy look pinker
Made that ho cum with two on my fingers
Crocodile and my cousin look like he been shippin' packs
And we back, yeah, that's a
Lately I promise I been on my
You finna get shot, acting like you
to my socks, in Ellesse I'm a fool
Sicko my brother, he stay with a
If you won't pop it, boy pass it to
Flipped in your bitch, dawg her a pond
like a swan laying in the Don Juan
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, that boy can't wait ot
TEC-9, no 'tussin, these stripper hoes
Lustin', not lovin', my guap, bitch, buzzin'

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

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

Killin' these hoes, need to paramedics
New runners, I feel athletic
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
Cook in the kitchen, the dope like 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'
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 ounce (hey)
Two (hey)
amounts, ooh
Shop (hey)
down, ooh
Drip or (hey)
or drown, ooh