Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You

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

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

to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get to you
I'mma have to take your number I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my
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 my memory
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 the wheel
We lose
Drop the top in 69
Not 1, not old Chevelle
say things like supposed to feel
Stacking all of paper, dawg
I like to call shit old news
It means jocking our old moves
Popping champagne we made it
in the Phantom, we faded
All of this that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow