Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Drip

[Intro: Meek & Lil Juice]
to the westside shit
You know how we came
(Maybach Music)

Tay Keith, fuck these up!

[Verse 1: Mill]
My young nigga, he low, ain't got no
But he do them wackies for the bands
Fear nothing, rum and that's on any man
We like dope boy, we gon' smoke boy, out that (Woah)
Off-White on my off-night
Niggas a punch, it be a lost life
Told my dawg to put that tech up, that don't right
Money at the clip, boy this a boss life
When I be on the West, I know real Crips
platinum with them choppas, making real hits
I done lost so homies, I can't feel shit
So I been jumping out that chopper like I'm Will
Her ass fake but she a bitch
Suck me super good and she ain't to deal with
And she post me either, she be on some chill shit
And she know if she fuck a lame, I cut her quick

[Chorus: Mill]
Cut bitch off (Cut that bitch)
If she ain't a dime, she make my dick soft (Fuck bitch)
the Saint Laurent, we having a drip off (Let it drip)
Nigga, been ballin' since the tip off (Tip off, woah)

[Verse 2: Rick
G5, I got a set of twin
Me and Diddy, not a big difference (Haha)
Crib on a lake, and it's so
Half a brick in the Wraith, on the roach
I got sliders that will hit you for a
Walk up on you, strike you you was a match
Walk you in a dome, and I can't hide a
You was innocent but you was running a rat (Ha)
I got a two door the Fendi seats
Two Cuban links, I'm living big as
I'm moving kilos like they funnel
Got me on a record, patience,