Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Drip

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

Tay Keith, fuck niggas up!

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

[Chorus: Meek
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: Ross]
G5, I got a set of bitches
Me and Diddy, not a big difference (Haha)
on a lake, and it's so remote
Half a brick in the Wraith, on the roach
I got that 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 innocent but you was with a rat (Ha)
I got a two with the Fendi seats
Two Cuban links, I'm big as Meech
I'm moving kilos like they cakes
Got me on a record, patience,