Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You

She's about to earn some bragging
I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding all night
Girl, take pride in what you do
Even if that means a new man every night of you
Baby, I mind
You can by how I roll
Cause my clique hard and my cup
My slurred cause I'm so throwed
And I'm sweat from 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 Rose
Smoke anything that's to me
Don't worry my boys
I won't 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 I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get 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
Lightyears the class
Hit it, don't have to
Nigga, we the new
Niggas after fame, I had to laugh
Niggas after fame, I'm cash
You's a fan of a
I'm the man, you's a
And I only smoke
That's how you tell Taylors
listen
Break it down, weed on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing comes out permission
Look, I got on I was made for
Everything that I got I 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 fuck a store, my own
I hope that you're rolling one up while you're singing
And know I was rolling one while I was this song
Pour out some
You're too long
and I'm rich
And plus all of my on that Bombay and lemonade

to you
Bad bitch, girl I 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 my memory
me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I I might get used 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 you like 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 control
the top in that 69
Not Motor 1, not old
Can't say things supposed to feel
all of this paper, dawg
I to call this shit old news
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