Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You

She's about to earn bragging rights
I'm 'bout to give it up like I've holding back all night
Girl, take in what you wanna do
Even if that means a new man night inside of you
Baby, I mind
You can by how I roll
Cause my clique and my cup cold
My slurred 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
Sing it in my ears, so I can hear you're saying to me
I got full of that Rose
anything that's passed to me
Don't worry my boys
I won't need it for what I'm to do to you
Bad bitch, girl I 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 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 my memory
Make me you like you remember me

Old ass
past the class
Hit it, have to pass
Nigga, we the new
Niggas after fame, I just had to
after fame, I'm after cash
You's a fan of a
I'm the man, a hater
And I only smoke
That's how you them Taylors
listen
Break it down, rolling weed on the of my kitchen
And not a thing out without permission
Look, I got on I was made for
Everything that I got I done for
All the that you see I done slaved for
All the cars and the crib, yeah that's for
I say more
Spend so money on clothes
Said fuck a store, my own
I hope that you're rolling one up while you're along
And know I was one while I was making this song
Pour out some
taking too long
Young and I'm
And all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade

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

I'm on gin, you on some gin
I'm moving slow, I'm driving
I hit the weed, you take the
We control
Drop the top in 69
Not Motor 1, not old
Can't say things supposed to feel
Stacking all of paper, dawg
I like to call shit old news
It haters jocking our old moves
Popping champagne we made it
in the Phantom, we faded
All of shit that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow