Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Drip

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

Tay Keith, fuck niggas up!

[Verse 1: Mill]
My young nigga, he low, got no Instagram
But he do them wackies for the fifty
Fear nothing, rare rum and on any man
We dope boy, we gon' smoke boy, out that minivan (Woah)
Rocking Off-White on my
Niggas swing a punch, it be a life
my dawg to put that tech up, that don't spark right
Money dancing at the clip, boy a boss life
When I be on the West, I know some real
Going platinum with choppas, making real hits
I done lost so many homies, I can't shit
So I been jumping out that chopper like I'm Will
Her ass fake but she a real
Suck me super and she ain't hard to deal with
And she don't post me either, she be on 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 (Fuck that bitch)
Rocking the Saint Laurent, we having a off (Let it drip)
Nigga, been ballin' since the tip off (Tip off, woah)

2: Rick 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 that will hit you for a
Walk up on you, strike you like you was a
Walk you in a dome, and I hide a patch
You was but you was running with a rat (Ha)
I got a two door with the seats
Two Cuban links, I'm living big as
I'm kilos like they funnel cakes
Got me on a record, patience,