Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Drip

[Intro: Mill & Lil Juice]
Eastside to the westside
You already know how we
(Maybach Music)

Tay Keith, fuck these up!

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

[Chorus: Mill]
Cut that bitch off (Cut 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, I've ballin' since the tip off (Tip off, woah)

[Verse 2: Ross]
G5, I got a set of twin
Me and Diddy, not a big difference (Haha)
Crib on a lake, and so remote
Half a in the Wraith, smoking on the roach
I got sliders will hit you for a stack
Walk up on you, strike you like you was a
you in a dome, and I can't hide a patch
You was but you was running with a rat (Ha)
I got a two door with the seats
Two links, I'm living big as Meech
I'm kilos like they funnel cakes
Got me on a record, patience,