Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

I'm like, "Hey, up? Hello."
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that
I just wanna chill, got a for us to roll
to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to it, now she remixing for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the
We be up, watch how fast them bands go
We set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams
Man, I swear she love it how she work the pole
Hit the club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call fans though
In love the money, I ain't ever letting go

And I get with my baby
I just left all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby, yeah, now
And I get high my baby
I just left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby,
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby

Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we is bands
I might just a ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might just her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wanting for because I got her everything
And I'm up in the bando, without can't go
boys got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though
How far can your go?
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand
If you checking for my pockets I'm

Oh, I get high with my
I just left them all, I'm fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby, yeah, now
Oh, I get high my baby
I just left them all, I'm fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby like,

"Hello."
Seen pretty ass soon as you came in that door
I wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, her to my stove
her how to whip it, now she remixing for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the
We be countin' up, how fast them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin'
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams
Man, I swear she it how she work the damn pole
Hit the club, we be letting bands go
hating, we just call them fans though
In with the money, I ain't ever letting go

I be dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Boy, Fetty eating s*** up that's fasho
I'll run in ya house, then f*** your hoe
Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or...

Oh I get high my baby
I just left them all, I'm fly with my baby, now
And I can ride with my
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby, now, now, now
And I get high my baby
I left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, now
And I can with my baby
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby, now


Got a sack for us to