Luyện nghe bài hát Maybach Drip

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

Tay Keith, fuck these up!

[Verse 1: Meek
My nigga, he low, ain't got no Instagram
But he do them for the fifty bands
Fear nothing, rare rum and on any man
We like dope boy, we smoke boy, out that minivan (Woah)
Off-White on my off-night
Niggas swing a punch, it be a life
Told my dawg to put that tech up, that spark right
Money dancing at the clip, boy a boss life
I be on the West, I know some real Crips
Going platinum with them choppas, making real
I done so many homies, I can't feel shit
So I been jumping out that like I'm Will Smith
Her ass but she a real bitch
Suck me good 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 a lame, I cut her real quick

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

2: Rick Ross]
G5, I got a set of bitches
Me and Diddy, money not a big (Haha)
Crib on a lake, and so remote
a brick in the Wraith, smoking on the roach
I got that will hit you for a stack
up on you, strike you like you was a match
Walk you in a dome, and I can't hide a
You was but you was running with a rat (Ha)
I got a two with the Fendi seats
Two links, I'm living big as Meech
I'm moving like they funnel cakes
Got me on a record, patience,