Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You

She's about to some bragging rights
I'm 'bout to give it up like been holding back all night
Girl, take pride in what you do
if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't
You can by how I roll
Cause my clique hard and my cup
My tongue cause I'm so throwed
And I'm sweat from my last show
And TG and I'm XO
I'm here for one night
And I'mma be memory
it in my ears, so I can hear what you're saying to me
I got cups of that Rose
anything that's passed to me
Don't worry 'bout my
I won't need it for what I'm to do to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I get used to you
I'mma have to take your number when I'm with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
Make me remember you like you me
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get to you
have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my
Make me remember you you remember me

Old ass
past the class
Hit it, don't have to
Nigga, we the new
after fame, I just had to laugh
Niggas after fame, I'm after
You's a fan of a
I'm the man, you's a
And I only papers
That's how you tell Taylors
listen
Break it down, rolling weed on the of my kitchen
And not a comes out without permission
Look, everything I got on I was for
Everything that I got I came for
All the shit that you see I slaved for
All the cars and the crib, yeah paid for
I say more
Spend so much on clothes
fuck a store, making my own
I that you're rolling one up while you're singing along
And know I was rolling one while I was making song
Pour out some
taking too long
Young and I'm
And plus all of my on that Bombay and lemonade

to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get to you
I'mma have to take number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
Make me you like you remember me
Bad bitch, I think I might get used to you
I'mma have to take your when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my
Make me remember you you remember me

I'm on some gin, you on gin
I'm moving slow, I'm fast
I hit the weed, you take the
We lose
the top in that 69
Not 1, not old Chevelle
Can't say like supposed to feel
Stacking all of this paper,
I like to call shit old news
It means jocking our old moves
Popping champagne cause we it
Pack in the Phantom, we
All of this shit that I did I won't remember tomorrow