Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You

She's about to earn some rights
I'm 'bout to give it up like been holding back all night
Girl, take pride in you wanna do
Even if that means a new man every night of you
Baby, I don't
You can tell by how I
Cause my clique and my cup cold
My tongue cause I'm so throwed
And I'm wiping sweat 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 full of that
anything that's passed to me
Don't worry 'bout my
I need it for what I'm about to do to you
Bad bitch, I think I might get used to you
I'mma have to take your number when I'm with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my
me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I I might get used to you
I'mma have to take your number I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my
me remember you like you remember me

Old ass
Lightyears past the
Hit it, don't to pass
Nigga, we the new
Niggas after fame, I just had to
Niggas after fame, I'm after
a fan of a player
I'm the man, you's a
And I smoke papers
That's how you tell Taylors
listen
Break it down, rolling weed on the of my kitchen
And not a thing comes out permission
Look, everything I got on I was for
that I got I done came for
All the shit you see I done slaved for
All the cars and the crib, yeah that's for
I say more
Spend so money on clothes
fuck a store, making my own
I hope that you're rolling one up you're singing along
And know I was one while I was making this song
Pour out some
You're too long
Young and I'm
And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and

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

I'm on gin, you on some gin
I'm slow, I'm driving fast
I hit the weed, you take the
We control
the top in that 69
Not 1, not old Chevelle
Can't say like supposed to feel
Stacking all of paper, dawg
I like to call this shit old
It haters 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