Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

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

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

Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is
I just snatch a ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a
She wanting for nothin' because I got her everything
And I'm up in the bando, without dinero go
Remy got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though
How far can bands go?
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I though
If you checking for my pockets I'm

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

"Hello."
your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
I just wanna chill, got a for us to roll
to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she for low
She my queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how 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
hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't letting go

I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty 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 getting fly my baby, now
And I can with my baby
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby, now, now, now
And I get with my baby
I left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, now
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby, now


Got a for us to roll