Luyện nghe bài hát Fab

Sweetie I don't your cookies
If looking for applause, keep looking
recipe's boring,
Meed a little spice in my cooking

Honey you don't my problems
If you had 'em you sink to the bottom
You should bring your jacket
Cause like you can't handle this, no

Where were you when I you?
Tell me, where you when I needed you?

Fake ass
When they smile in face,
But behind you it ain't wishes
When they all the food off your plate
And don't do dishes
they words and they actions blur
And they don't know
No time for fake ass bitches

You can go jump on the
You yell with your lame ass friends
Go and jump on the bandwagon
With you fake ass

I been in the trenches,
you know but you don't pay attention
You wouldn't know real talk if it out loud in your face, now listen
You got away it,
I believed in your for a hot
Good as a in the moment
but you had to go ghost, leave me

Where were you I needed you?
Tell me, were you when I needed you?

Fake ass
they smile in your face,
But behind you it ain't well
they eating all the food off your plate
and don't do dishes
When they words and actions blur
And don't know different
No time for these ass bitches

You can go jump on the
You money with your lame ass friends
Go ahead and on the bandwagon
With you fake ass

You not my BFF, you not my
You a fake ass just like the resty
I was all the way down, you was all the way
Now you come back cause I'm all the way gone
I got both fingers all the way up
If a fraud broads, id on't give two
If I say something, my moves'll it
You be running mouth
And it match your actions
And I ain't throwing shade, I'm just
Act like a buffet and eat off your own plate
Cause it not a when I say you fab
You just a F-A-B with your ass, bitch

How a hand for the real ones?
Put it down, had my back day one
hear about 'em throwing no shade, no
So if you one of us, up
of the gossip?
Think you had
worry about 'em, middle fingers up to these...

Fake ass
they smile in your face,
But behind you it ain't wishes
When they eatifg all the off your plate
And they do dishes
When they words and actions blur
And they don't know
No time for these ass bitches

You can go on the bandwagon
You yell money your lame ass friends
Go ahead and on the bandwagon
With you ass bitches

your bitch ass...
With bitch ass...